Time for a change
I get it. Somebody started humming a ditty about it being “time for a change”, and it was all downhill from there. This afternoon, my football team, undefeated in Seventy Consecutive Home Games, lost. By three points (essentially a missed field goal, because a sack had shifted the line of scrimmage about four yards too far). And so ended the season. University Football players don’t get to play golf as a consolation prize. They simply continue on with their courses.
Today, we had a family meal, in a fancier than usual restaurant. One where the table staff interpret the multipage menu, and there are too many glasses on the table for people who stretch without due care and attention. And a piper plays through; bagpipes are really loud if you let them get too close, and very directional. Anyhow.
Note to me: the “Boston Cut” isn’t designed for those who like the meat to be cooked all the way through. An important distinction.
We had to perform the “table creep” movement, twice. Too close to the Main Line.
With the increasingly rare occasion for the five of us to break bread together, I have to accept the changes imposed by age. Not just mine. We all live with calendars that impose rather than record, and over the next few months things are going to evolve. Even though son #1 reminded us that the new address is “only nine hours away”, there will (inevitably) come a time when that might as well be nine days.
Not much more to add.
