That Friday Feeling of Freedom
I know most of you will not be able to picture your host like this, but I just spent a few Friday afternoon minutes reclining on the rocking chair, on the porch, with Noel smiling contentedly in my arms, waiting for the school bus to drop Campbell home, thinking, ‘I’m so glad we moved to the country.’ I was also thinking how nice it would be to have another baby in my arms maybe 20 years from now, as a grandparent, hopefully at a point in my life I won’t have to put in the long hours over the preceding five days.
Is this something we all go through at this point in our lives? Is it merely the fleeting thought of a Friday free moment between phone calls and visits to the auto shop? Or am I just getting old before my time? Answers on a postcard, please, to the balding geezer on his rocking chair on the porch in Phoenicia, waiting for the school bus….