Thursday, November 17, 2005
Here it is midnight-thirty. I have just had my epiphany. Everything is so clear. I am the grown-up. Not just an adult. A GROWN-UP. So many things pointed me that way. The fact that I couldn't drink my body weight in booze anymore. Heck, two fingers of brandy makes me sleepy. That's a clue. The fact that I say to my sons "Because I said so" and feel perfectly okay about it. Yeah, another tip. But, the thing that made me really see it... I am mourning the loss of a beloved cheese grater. The plastic frame long ago broke away, leaving just one stalwart blue piece on the end. I told myself "one more burrito. Its good for one more quesidia." One more is past. It has shredded its last bit of Tilamook Colby Jack. It has presided over its last "taco salad night buffet". Now I have to replace it, my beloved shredder that has been with me for so many years. Being a grown up sucks.