I have to admit I’m intrigued.
It’s Sunday afternoon and I’m watching my husband prepare meat and fish for a bar-b-que. All four of our children are coming for dinner with their significant others.
After basketball I chatted with Joe who plays (well but) intermittently of late about Shelly’s plans for me. He teased – perhaps he meant it – that I’d be spending hours putting together a chaise she purchased and arrived earlier this week – in three boxes. Yesterday morning before ball, Shelly started to open the boxes. I joined in. I suggested spreading a blanket over the wood floor in what once Jonathan enjoyed as his room. We took all the components apart, out of the boxes and plastic.
On the the first day of legal cannabis sales across Canada, a 9 year old girl, Elina Childs, set up outside a marijuana shop to take advantage of the foot traffic.
Having reached a venerable age, yet aspiring to be Forever Young, one notices many not so subtle changes. One of the most obvious is having someone get up and offer a subway seat. Another is receiving courteous “Sir” greetings.
The day as planned was not atypical for me; I boarded the bus for the trip into Manhattan with my art group for our museum visit. Most of the women would then get back on the bus to return to Long Island mid-afternoon, but I planned to see another exhibit at another museum before going crosstown (Uber) to meet Ben for dinner near Lincoln Center where we would then see a performance by a group of Tibetan Monks as part of the White Light Festival.....a perfect day!
None of us can escape it, but a little warning might be nice...
From Tonic 9/25/18(edited for space):