We visited our parents last weekend. This is the first visit with either of them since the inauguration, which put a certain apocalyptic pall on the festivities. But today I’m writing about thought and action.
This Saturday, I proudly woke up to my weekend alarm at 7:17. After dressing and washing, I greeted mom in the kitchen. She mentioned that they could use some help moving some heavy bags in the backyard. Oh Boy, I’m helping. 30 years ago, this would have been a chore. Now, it was no big thing.