So many memorable things, happened this past week, I shall attempt to summarize.
At the Naval Aviation Museum–conversing with a veteran fighter pilot, now confined to a wheelchair, about the PBY Catalina on display. Also, discovered he’d served on the USS Kitty Hawk, at the same time as a good friend.
There were a few awkward moments with our houseguests–none that really mattered.
Overriding topics of discussion: misspent youth, giving in to social pressures, admitting errors in judgement. Confession was good for the soul.
Not giving in to petty criticisms. Realizing that offspring did things differently. That didn’t make their methodology, wrong or right. They worked hard to earn a living.
Balancing achievement with meaningful personal lives–they did well.
Two-hour feedings: a personal, family joke that I will share.
Happy Birthday to myself–tomorrow, the twenty-fifth of September. I’ll be sixty-eight. My web presence needs to be updated to reflect this change. No hurry–I’m still sixty-seven till tomorrow.