One day last week, while the blog was broken, I was walking home from work. It was hot as the hinges of Hades. My trusty umbrella was deployed and I wasn’t happy about the rather steep uphill that would be happening at the end of this block. I come upon this frail older lady. She doesn’t even have an umbrella. I walk because I chose to. Chances are really good that this lady was walking because she has to. Old women are tough. Hoping that she made it safely to her destination.
Diversity here is black and white napkins. Salt and pepper. Plus beet sugar and 3 types of “sweeteners”.
A LITTLE REFLECTION ON BEING OLD
The new CEO of The Asylum wants us old folk to be able to “follow our passions”. I overheard one old gent tell another that his passion was to get through the day without having to change his undershorts.