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Three for three so far... |
I did a double-take when I saw that Caroline Kennedy is on the cover of the latest issue of AARP Magazine. Caroline Kennedy? Why is she... OMG, little Caroline Kennedy turned fifty last week! |
As if it weren't enough that I have a son who is now the same age as Jack Benny... now little Caroline Kennedy is half a century old.
The next thing you know is AARP will try to get me to join up.
Notes to non-US readers:
AARP was once known as American Association of Retired Persons, but these
days they just go by their initials. I guess they finally realized that
significant numbers of their members are not retired. They start sending
you invitations to join as you near your fiftieth birthday and continues
to mail you these reminders of age and mortality until you break down and
join. I've been resisting them for almost fifteen years now, but Nancy
gave in to their blandishments.
One of the running jokes that comedian Jack Benny used for laughs was his claim to be 39 years old. As a kid listening to him on the radio I failed to get the joke. I didn't understand what was so funny about somebody claiming to be so very old. A couple of months ago my eldest celebrated his 39th birthday, which
I claim means that he is now older than I am. (Wow! That means that in
just eleven years, he will get his invitation to join AARP; when that happens
I think I will be forced to admit to advancing age. |
The storm that came through the mid-west eventually worked its way to New
England. It wasn't very impressive as it passed through Rhode Island. A
few school districts in the northern part of the state delayed the start
of school for an hour because of icy road conditions, but otherwise it
didn't amount to much. The photo shows the walk leading to our front door
last night... just a light dusting of snow, that's all. Tonight is supposed
to be chilly and windy -- 25 to 35 mph winds, with gusts hitting 40, so
it should certainly sound wintery. |
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| There didn't seem to be any time or energy to get a tree yesterday. Jeremy
had worked a double shift on Saturday and, even though he only worked a
partial shift on Sunday, he mostly wanted to take a nap when he got home.
Nancy had tons of work (quizzes and projects to grade, lessons to plan,
etc.). Jill had to work. I had grocery shopping to do and had some work
to do myself (so that I could spare the time to take care of some stuff
with the kids today). Thus, no tree. I suppose it is possible that we could
get one at some point during the week, but most likely we won't run a Christmas
tree expedition until the weekend. |
(Yes, I am a fan of Andrew Marvell's poetry and To His Coy Mistress has always been one of my favorites -- "But at my back I always hear/Time's
winged chariot hurrying near")
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