We went to a wonderful, relaxed picnic on Memorial Day afternoon. The hosts have a knack for inviting a mix of friendly, smart people who tell funny anecdotes and then enjoy yours in return.
Unexpectedly, the party split into a ladies' table (on the deck) and a guys' table (in the A/C). At the former, we discussed horses (of course; it was in Unionville, after all), the progress of our gardens, and new restaurants.
At the guys' table, I learned later, they were a little more philosophical. They talked about the changes they've experienced with age, categorizing them into "things you can still do," "things you can still do, but much slower" and "things you can't do anymore" (hanging drywall was an example). The host added a fourth subset: things you can still do -- but you forget why you're doing them.
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