This one belongs on my other blog about being thankful, but here it is. Cheryl and I took the day to try out her new car. We drove over to Ellijay, Georgia and explored the antique shops. We had some of the best barbeque I have eve had. It was a great day. We came home and bought groceries for our coming guests. I stopped off at the hospital and sold a kidney to cover the check.
Back at Ellijay, I had a keen insight. Visiting antique shops can mark the stages of life. In my imagination I overheard a conversation.
A young child asked his parents "what is that?"
They replied, "I'm not sure, but I think I saw one in my grandparents house."
The grandparent chimes in, "That's right; they used it for..."
Then there is me, thinking, "I could tell them what it is. I bought one, still have it, and use it."
That's my stage of life.