And then, resigned to staying in and beer-less, proceeded to Whole Foods, the neighborhood market. (Soon, I hear, to be joined by Fairway Tribeca.) As I left my home,
And then, I felt pretty good. And I thought what if I should have gone, and felt 'Oh mi god, am I old?'. And I walked across the street, into
Whole Foods and salad, bananas, and beer where - sadly - Old Rasputin is missing. and I spoke with the staff who are excellent and knowledgeable, and reality enters, I begin to cough uncontrollably and know why I will be in NY this weekend.
On the way home, I think of the other market. Food Emporium:
the standard, dour, old style supermarket: poor selection, awkward aisles, unhelpful staff, and high prices. A dinosaur. Why could Food Emporium not see beyond itself?
So, back home with my kitty, my wife, my Founder's Breakfast Stout, and thoughts of what might have been. Kitty climbs on my lap which makes typing awkward. I persevere.
Am I old? What is it to be old?
I do one thing a day. I am happy, not dissatisfied. Lou Reed died Sunday. 'A young man.' as the oldest generation always says. None of my or my wife's ancestors are living. We are the oldest generation. So yes and no. We are old yet not old, not withdrawn. Still part of the river.
Life continues and so do I. I am posting again.
And time has passed and it is time to move on.