Warning: memory assault . . .
As a kid growing up in the
50's, my family had sit down
meals for breakfast and dinner.
And, you didn't leave the table
until you had finished your
plate!
Must have rubbed off as I
followed in the same vein of
things. And, oh the stories my
kids could tell . . . and do, alas!
Life, jobs, the teenage years . . .
all have to do with things
changing, rules relaxing and
doing things differently. Now,
sit down meals are reserved for
holidays, family get togethers,
special occasions.
Still, methinks I may be getting
a tad out of hand. Yesterday, I
had ice cream for breakfast at
o' dark thirty. It's 4:00 a.m. right
now and I'm having eggnog. And,
don't think for a minute that I'm
going to confess to any more
than that!
I assuage my conscience with
inner rhetoric such as, "I so
deserve this. I'm a hundred years
old, may as well enjoy the time
I have left. Time to think outside
the box." and other such nonsense.
Boy oh boy, if only my kids could
see me now! But at least I eat with
my mouth closed and I say please
and thank you . . . That should
count for something, right?!
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