time well spent

In fact, I enjoyed a delightful afternoon - yesterday - coffee and lots of talk with two beautiful, talented, charming young women. Like many others their age, they are very busy and involved with their work, which couldn't be more disparate. They are the same age,  just a month apart, and each a product (if you can call it that) of a divorced home, in their cases, three divorces each. I mean, the father of one and the mother of the other have been married three times.  Well, the third marriage of one of the parents has lasted.  I'm getting too involved here. The fact is, that after movable, unpredictable childhoods, these two young women are well-adjusted and centred.  Each of them has a fascinating career. 

The older one (by a month) is a medical doctor, building on her M.D. (after a BSc),  going on with further training as a pediatrician.  The other one couldn't be more different.  She followed up her bachelor's degree with an MFA and she is an artist, recently engaged? retained? taken on? - not sure of the word describing the relationship between her and a gallery in Montreal that will be showing (and selling, I hope) her work.  They had a lot to tell each other, and me, and they shared their enthusiasm with me.  Me, too.  I talk a lot, too, too much, I guess, but they are very tolerant even though I am so much older. What a privilege it is for a person my age to get a glimpse of the lives of women two generations younger.  

When I came away refreshed, relaxed, happy to have been in their company, I felt almost as If I had been in a time machine, loosed from earth, euphoric, in fact.  Isn't it reassuring to know that there are such vital people carrying on in this century, in our not-so-new, not-so-brave new world?  These two fabulous young women are in the vanguard and I am so grateful to know them. The fact that they are my granddaughters is irrelevant. I offer a completely unbiased assessment.  

infrastructure

In my attempts to prepare for a six-month absence from home and familiar amenities and services, I have been having check-ups - like getting a car ready for a long trip, or like getting married, that is, in the old days (my time) when a young woman was told she should get everything checked and have her appendix out, too, so as not to incur any unforeseen expenses after she was wed. So I'm having a lot of repair work done, teeth mainly. Even though I  have check-ups every six months, I've been blind-sided by a couple of biggies (read: expensive).  Ah well. At least, I'm not disposable, not yet.  

A few years ago I bought an e-reader because I was going to Johannesburg, flying time over 13 hours, and I couldn't carry that many books.  So I bought a Kobo.  Did you know that Kobo is an anagram for book?  It never occurred to me;  I just read that a few days ago.  Anyway, Book was useful for the trip.  I read several books, and kept on using it until it stopped working. After two or three trips to the store "experts", and several online attempts,  nothing seemed to help it recover.  Finally, the store guru asked me how old it was.  A year and a half. 

"Oh, well," she said,dismissing it.  That old!!

We live in a disposable society where it's easier to throw something away and get a new version.  So far, I am not disposable.  I still have some shelf life. But I'm  beginning to feel like the city of Toronto:  my infrastructure is crumbling.