I had a completely different blog post in mind for today. I’ll have to save it for another day. Great moments are not planned.
Sitting in the park reading Joseph Conrad. My kids and their friend playing. I look up every so often. I don’t totally ignore them, you know.
A woman I recognize, who I see around, but who I don’t really know, sits on the bench beside me. She recognizes my daughter and thanks me for a lift a home my husband once gave her son. She then wishes “mazal tov” to a woman who arrives with her daughter. (I think it’s her daughter even though a second later I find out her congratulatory remark is in honour of her first grand-daughter’s birth.)