I sit here looking at the white space, virginal as a bride’s gown, and I’m giddy. After a couple of years struggling to catch up with this century where my youngest grandchild, age four, can do more with a computer than I can, maybe I’m catching up. So join me in celebration of growing up at any age.
The photo is new taken by a talented photographer, Marv Litman, right here in Pearl River, NY. Thanks, Marv, for your time, patience and friendship.
My husband and I decided to be BFF. This conversation took place during an unseemly time in a doctor’s office this week. So this afternoon he sauntered into my office to declare he wanted to remove the little trampoline from our small living room. I explained that our grandest grandchild loved it, played happily there instead of running looney tunes all over our vintage Cape Cod. “Unacceptable,” he said. “I want a divorce.” Long pause. “NO,” I said. And we laughed.
Young people get divorced over small things now. Not like in the old days where a sense of humor went a long way. . .and still does.
What’s your take?