As I was making the long drive home from a trip with our paddling club, a song crept into my head and kept looping; “Wouldn’t it be nice?” (The Beach Boys). In case it’s not in your mental juke box, it’s adolescents rhapsodizing about being older so they could live together forever. It was a popular song when I was in high school. I suppose we all envisioned that marriage meant continuous sex. How’d that work out?
Why was the tune stuck in my mind, now? Not that I had given up the dream of non-stop trysts (assuming there would be Metamucil breaks). It took about 50 miles to trace it to its source.
After a few days of glee in the sun and sand, we had a group dinner to celebrate the fun. Someone observed that they looked forward to the day when more of us were retired and could paddle together more frequently. That linked back to an earlier discussion on another trip where we mused about reserving a club wing in a retirement home so we would be together ad infinitum.
I don’t know that I entirely buy into that but it’s always great to look forward to your future since that’s the only choice we have on the time line. Wouldn’t it be nice?
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