Pages, some stolen, some original

Saturday, January 6, 2018

Man Carrying Chair

We went over to the neighbors this evening for dinner and conversation. They didn't have enough chairs for everyone, so I brought a couple. When I go home they give me a chair to carry. When I get home I am very careful not to bang into the walls, and then it occurs to me that when I was younger I would have been very satisfied that I had carried the chair home and wouldn't have been too concerned about whether I banged into the walls or not. Huh. Could I be getting old?

No comments:

Post a Comment