Three quarters of a century…
Just about an hour left of my 75th birthday. This is not a great victory. It’s merely achieved by not dying. Yet.
My daughter came and whisked me away to Outback restaurant, where we picked up food for the two of us. My son-in-law and my step grand daughter. She’s sixteen now, and she’s still a minor but over the past few months she crossed the threshold between child and young adult.
I took my dog Chloe along and as usual, there was peace in the house. The dogs were courteous over their food and water bowls, no squabbling.
The food was delicious (coconut shrimp for me), and the company was warm and relaxed.
I was presented with a lovely bracelet with a diamond (lab-grown, no blood diamonds for us), and while I cannot usually stand bracelets on my wrists, this one is so delicate with such a fine chain that it is very comfortable.
We sat around the tablet long after dinner, just talking. My granddaughter has landed her first choice as a summer paid intern in a medical office, and is excited to start on June first. My son-in-law has gone through a lot in the past year and so have my daughter and I. There was a subtle triumph in our gathering. We made it this far.
Then my daughter said, “Mom, did you ever tell them about…” and the story-telling began. It felt almost antique, sharing stories and laughing with not a cell phone in sight.
It was as though all of us had flipped the off switch for the outside world. If such occasions are sprinkled through the coming year, then 75 might be a lovely year.
I’m quite content.
Good night to all of you here who often brighten my mood, make me laugh and offer support.
My daughter came and whisked me away to Outback restaurant, where we picked up food for the two of us. My son-in-law and my step grand daughter. She’s sixteen now, and she’s still a minor but over the past few months she crossed the threshold between child and young adult.
I took my dog Chloe along and as usual, there was peace in the house. The dogs were courteous over their food and water bowls, no squabbling.
The food was delicious (coconut shrimp for me), and the company was warm and relaxed.
I was presented with a lovely bracelet with a diamond (lab-grown, no blood diamonds for us), and while I cannot usually stand bracelets on my wrists, this one is so delicate with such a fine chain that it is very comfortable.
We sat around the tablet long after dinner, just talking. My granddaughter has landed her first choice as a summer paid intern in a medical office, and is excited to start on June first. My son-in-law has gone through a lot in the past year and so have my daughter and I. There was a subtle triumph in our gathering. We made it this far.
Then my daughter said, “Mom, did you ever tell them about…” and the story-telling began. It felt almost antique, sharing stories and laughing with not a cell phone in sight.
It was as though all of us had flipped the off switch for the outside world. If such occasions are sprinkled through the coming year, then 75 might be a lovely year.
I’m quite content.
Good night to all of you here who often brighten my mood, make me laugh and offer support.
