Betimes, I do feel as if I'm getting too old for some things. If I never thought technology would change ... newspapers go out of business? publishing houses closing down? Lord knows what's gonna happen with universities now that so much online teaching is being sold? But ...
So much for the stuff out there but recognizing that the date stamped on my own lid is almost as out of date as some of the prescriptions in my medicine cabinets, the Hersheys Chocolate in the back of one of my food pantries, and the extra carburetors for my 1967 Rover 2000 that I traded for some carpentry 30 years ago. Why am I keeping those SU Carbureters in my garage? Do I really believe that I'll ever use them? Oh! And the books. Is anybody ever gonna read those books, again. Someone lifted a book from my office ... God bless them, I say ... may you read it in peace ... in your own library.
I guess from the start this attempt at blogging about Playing in the Fourth or Last Quarter (I could never comfortably decide which it should be) was about expiration dates. I don't mean to be maudlin and, perhaps, sometimes I am but expiration dates have some meaning and if you don't beieve that try drinking that Half and Half you forgot about during that lost Winter storm! in 2010.
Thursday, I drove 350 miles ... almost entirely in downpours, it seemed. M's right wing has a torn muscle and driving fell on me. The next day was "Special Persons' Day" at grandkids' religious school. I got to follow my 12 year old grandson through his morning. It was great but by noon, I was pooped. I mean knock-down tired. I visited my brother who lives around there and then a niece who moved from the Middle East to 50 miles south of there. She has these energetic kids. I put on my uncle-shtick for them before driving 30 miles north to where my son and his family live .... including his son whom I followed about in the 6th grade. Next 36 hours I lived in the house of the young and religious. It was great but by Sunday morning ... LIMP ... I was limp.
Sunday morning I led a memorial service for my departed Mother-in-Law near the town where my repatriated niece and a Sister-in-Law and her family live ... then I got in the car and drove 330 miles back home.
This Memorial Day, I will remember those who have fallen ... from my bed ... from which I may fall.
To borrow and twist a bit from Thurber's The Shrike and the Chipmunk: Early to rise and early to bed? Doesn't keep you from ending up prematurely dead!
Did have a good time, though.
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