Recently I spent a whole day and a half being highly entertained. Would you be surprised to learn that I spent it in a lawn chair watching a very competent crew down a giant oak tree that was positioned between two houses? I and three other people of my generation watched in fascination as a worker in a bucket high off the ground wielded a chain saw with pinpoint accuracy, dropping limb after limb between the two houses, while other members of the crew manned his rope lines or took the dropped branches to a huge portable grinder. The four of us remained rooted in our chairs watching the arbor ballet as it unfolded.
That is one of the pleasures of being a certain age ---the time to watch activities like this unfold. At another point in my life, I would have been at work, or driving someone to an activity or preparing for the dinner hour. (In case you wondered we all went out to dinner after our demanding day in our lawn chairs.)
Perhaps this is why there often is a bond between grandparents and their grandchildren. At both ends of life’s spectrum it is a time of life in which to examine the leaf on the lawn, the sun as it sparkles on the water, the book with the great pictures or a tree whose time has come. It is a wonderful place to be.