First, let me tell the
reader that Im an old guy, widowed, who lives in a retirement community,
Sun City Roseville, just north of Sacramento. Also, after retiring about
thirty years ago I somehow became kind of a writer. Some years ago I
wrote a little story whose moral was that no matter what - old guy aches and
pains, computer not working, bad news - the garbage must be taken
out.
I was reminded of this
recently when my son, teenage grandson and teenage granddaughter visited
me. It was a bittersweet event as of course I was happy to see them but
realized this was probably for the last time. It was a short visit and my
son also wanted to get together with his two brothers and they wanted to do
some shopping as apparently there were clothes and some other things here they
couldnt get in Ireland.
But they stopped by every
day to see me and it was good to see them seated across from me on my
patio. The day came all too soon when they paid their last visit and then
were off, driving to San Francisco to get their flight back to Ireland.
When they were gone I looked into my underwear drawer and, horrors, saw that my
last pair was gone. This meant that I had to do a laundry right away, a
major project for an oldster like me and the last thing I wanted to do right
then. But, like taking out the garbage, no matter what, the laundry must
be done.