Forget me. Forget Nana. You guys are obsessed with your teenage cousins. Why is it that kids are fascinated by older kids?
…Leaving the pool yesterday we took a walk down by the water. The burst of sunshine we’d soaked in during a break in the clouds was waning as more were rolling in. It looks like the heavens, we’d said. The breeze was picking up. Was that rain? Hurry up, I cried motioning you to follow. Hurry, hurry! Even the geese quickened, sensing the change.
On the sprint to the parking lot I spotted a woman calmly sitting on a bench nearby.
She was older. Alone. Just sitting and looking out at the water. Oh, I thought with envy, how nice… (There is something very peaceful about watching boats drift by.)
…”Do you know what I have to say about that?” your older cousin said yesterday at lunch, I can’t remember what in regards to, because today is just not a sharp day, “YOLO!”
Yellow? Did she just say yellow? Or Rolo, isn’t that a candy? Caramel? Kinda good?
Finally, I had to succumb to my age and ask, what does that mean?
You Only Live Once.
Great advice for people of all ages, don’t you think?
PS: With these extra hands around, I’m calling in sick tomorrow. I’m getting crazy. I’m going to shower AND pee with the door closed. Be back Monday.