Last Thursday a local organization filled a bus to capacity and transported us to a picturesque restaurant on the banks of the
So why did a soupçon of concern for the Y chromosome types enter my thoughts?
There was not one male on this trip.
Women of a certain age are drawn to community centers, college life-long learning programs, museum events, as if by magnets. We can unearth a bus trip faster than a pig can find truffles. We email a lady friend and off we go.
Meanwhile, the men are home with the remote. It rarely occurs to them to scour the paper for book readings or sign up for memoir writing.
Now that we’re retired and past the baby-birthing, monthly inconveniences, and same-work-for-less-pay (okay, yes, the retirement check is smaller), we’re finally coming out ahead.