TMEW and I are no longer spring chickens, I guess. I think we knew this, innately, but really haven’t wanted to face up to it directly (but few of us do, right?). Well, reality has a way of intruding on one’s outlook – and it is persistent. Like many, I was outside on Thanksgiving Day trying to get rid of the snow so that our guests could get into the driveway and up to the house – wet, heavy and in a lot of places, just plain compacted “cement”. And my back decided to let me know of ITS reality and all but quit on me (even with the John Deere snowblower).
Both the Youngest and the Eldest came over quickly and spent the next hour or so doing the rest of the cleanup – the pathway up to the house, finished snowblowing the driveway, raked the roofs, cleared out the mailbox on the street, and removed the veritable ice ridge at the end of the driveway from the plow trucks. And that’s when it hit me…
….just like I used to do for my parents when my two were those ages..








