I’m at the age where the kids of my friends are the same age as I was when I met my friends. I just realized that. And babies are starting to creep into the picture too. So, where did the time go?
I mean the first Covid summer was five years ago. That seems both recent and a long time ago. Interesting that I use Covid as a time marker, but for me it was a time of transition, a pivot from focus on work to thinking about retirement.
And time just keeps on ticking, like the song goes, into the future.
And although I didn’t do anything all summer, (I didn’t leave the city limits. I only drove the truck when I went to Costco and that was every two or three weeks), I feel that I did not waste my time. I rested up, I settled in, I finally completed my metamorphosis and now I’m reborn as a butterfly.
My caterpillar days are over.
So I talked to my old classmate Joe and heard about his kids’ lives of graduation and marriage of moving away and Joe said he was getting fat and has a slight thyroid problem. And we went to the baby’s blessing and I drank Cognac and Heineken and Johnny Walker with the guys my age. The ladies were in the kitchen, dining room and living room. The men out on the back lawn. There were coolers and barbecues on the concrete and tables and chairs on the grass.
And earlier, before we went to the Blessing, we were getting ready for the next thing, and the missus was out at the side of the house, dumping the cans and containers into the recycling bin, the neighbours next door asked “whose the baby?” thinking or suspecting that it was our oldest daughter’s. No such luck. No such scandal. Just a baby of a daughter of a friend. We are at that age.
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