I’m waiting for today’s Facebook posts where son and daughter-in-law express astonishment that granddaughter is 10 today (yes, she was born on a Friday the 13th). I won’t dwell on this, but she is a little pistol and we shall see what the next few years bring. From early on, she has a love of putting things together and her ability to create from Legos is slightly amazing. She has an artsy side too and because of being literally raised in the dance studio, she is now into four types of dance. Hard to know which directions she will ultimately take.

Anyway, switching gears to the opposite end of the spectrum, a dear friend called Tuesday to catch up as we hadn’t talked for quite some time. Her 72d was yesterday and she is dealing with the stubborn insistence of her father that despite an almost revolving door of hospital and rehab stays, he’s convinced he can go home and live independently. Another situation of a guy who has always been active and vibrant and over this past decade, minor things have become not so minor. We covered the usual ground of limited options and the hope everything can be handled in the best way. She has long had my book, “Room at the End”, and was hoping, as we all do, that the hard choices wouldn’t have to be made.

Another dear friend, recently turned 80, is dealing with some unexpected health downturns, but those really should be somewhat temporary although potentially taking the next 8-10 months for resolution. Not surprisingly, how to handle that is proving tricky and our circle is standing by to see what we can do to help.

So here’s to the coming ten years that will no doubt zip by faster than we are prepared for.