Fancy food as a change of pace
Tonight, in a complete change of speed, we went out to dine. Real restaurant food. No assembly line burgers; I had a wonderful potato-bacon soup followed by a fancy bit of chicken that had met a lobster on the way by. Try it; better than it sounds. I didn’t have my usual chair, and the lighting was subtle (no glow from a laptop screen). But, I enjoyed the meal. And now I’m home for some late evening spectator time (yes, curling).
We spent time, during the meal, surmising on the outcome of a local by-election. I am so glad that I don’t feel drawn to that candle. Did my time, back when I was very young. Don’t intend to renew my vows as a politician. Nor should I. Let the youth feel the pain.
The blockades on the rail system are standing down, slowly. Again, a political failure that is the fault of the young, but I mustn’t be a “boomer”. I mean, I’m entitled to the tee-shirt, but some things have to be viewed without a view of an elder. Statesman, or otherwise.
The various threads on the news sites show just how bitter many people have become about the “confrontation”. Even if it doesn’t concern them. As a species, we feel entitled to complain about others. The dog may bark at the neighbour (or his dog) but I don’t think he holds a grudge. Nor should I.
By next week, there’ll be something else to ponder. I should save my energy until I need it. That’s what a grown-up is supposed to do, it seems.
