Thank God for the Generation Gap.

In fairly spontaneous fashion, Maggie and my oldest just took off for Vermont. We got a line on some property we might want to buy, and Maggie wanted to see it first hand. Last night, my oldest asked if he could go, too. After making him promise he would be at least a little patient, we said yes.

Now, my parent's worked in the same room, in the basement of their house, for 30 years. The idea of my father "letting" my Mom leave overnight... holy crap, it's laughable. Shit, when she decided to go to cooking school at age 50, my father went into a borderline-induced rage/suicidal funk because she was "deserting him." It was a bit scary and, retrospectively, utterly pathetic. Bleah.

Let's hear it for intergenerational change.

Love to all. Even you, my tardy, tardy babysitter.