Bursting the Bonds of Old Age
|The inside of my storm door.|
I was talking on the phone with a couple of old friends (at length, I'd been away) who are also blossoming and making plans and painting new works and even buying new works by young artists. Our conversations veer away from that old and tiresome "howz yer health, list every detail" exchanges to more immediate 2012 plans. One still works full time way beyond the normal expectations of her pensionable age.
Exchange of grandchildren news is minimal and restricted to transitions only, if at all. It is mainly about our lives and what we are doing and the reinvention of ourselves.
I had dinner during the week with a long time friend (we worked together) his wife and their best friends - my friend's best friend since grade school.
I had one of those moments where you realize you haven't really known a friend at all.
I mentioned Rob Ford the much reviled and derided mayor of Toronto that no one I know will admit to voting into office. He is mainly on the extreme right and in that oligarchal way of most conservatives creates his own bubble of entitlement such as severely limiting access of the press to his office, texting while driving and flouting other traffic laws (he doesn't believe in stopping behind an offloading tram).
Not only did they all admit to voting for him, they were supportive of his ongoing faux pas and his lack of support for urban transit.
They put down all his incredible contempt for the public as a liberal media spin and as one said he was one of the best mayors ever as he was ending the prolific subsidies which were enabling the "emigrants" and the poor to continue sucking off the public teat.
Whenever I hear the word "emigrants" being used in a derogatory sense my head explodes.
I sat a little gob-smacked, staring at my friend. Do we ever really know anyone?
I decided to end the dangerous curve the conversation had slid into.
"Oh, did I tell you?" I said pleasantly, "I was asked to run for the Green Party here. I had to turn it down of course. If they had asked me in my forties I would have run, but now I'm just too busy."
Conversation shifted to "Great meals we have eaten" and "inns we have stayed at".