Peter's Dessert Order
The Wisdom of the Aged

Arnie's Second Safari

Our friend Arnie sent us his thoughts about his recent trip to South Africa. He had been there more than a decade ago with his wife, and this spring they were lucky enough to go back, accompanied by their 13-year-old granddaughter.

Arnie reports:

“We'd been in South Africa on safari thirteen years ago and, while much was the same, I noticed some important differences:

  1. Somebody has moved the ground down from where it was when we stepped (and now climbed) out of our jeep.
  2. Bones jarred much more easily as we drove over the bumpy safari "roads".
  3. Our 6:00 a.m. starts were quite a bit earlier than our 6:00 a.m. starts used to be.
  4. The choice between taking the damn malaria medication and contracting malaria seemed to be something of a toss-up.
  5. A sundowner on the afternoon/evening drive had become not a pleasant and surprising end to a great day, but an absolute necessity. 

But, if these were arguably turns for the worse, the ability to travel with our granddaughter made all of that totally insignificant.”

P.S. to readers responding to "Peter's Dessert Order" suggesting that I should have ordered my own creme brulee--you're right, but my point was that Peter's not putting me "first" was unlike him...

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Mobility Aids UK

A safari... I think that's the best idea I have heard in a long time!

Susan

Responding to the PS -- I thought it was a bit presumptuous of you to "figure[] I would share Peter’s dessert". I often don't finish my food at restaurants and will happily pass my plate on to my husband. But I absolutely hate it when he starts ogling my food before I'm done (I'm a slow eater) or if he changes his intended order because I am about to order the same thing and he "figures" he can have some of mine. It spoils my enjoyment of my food to know that I'm expected to share.

So, newsflash: Your husband wanted his dessert all to himself for a change. And that he has to feel "guilty about it because there were gluten-free options available" is kind of sad. Even sadder, maybe he would have preferred one of the gluten-free choices. You may want to put him first next time and let him enjoy an entire dessert of his choosing without the side-order of guilt and wifely resentment.

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