You know middle age has hit solidly when three women — two just that side of the half century mark, one rapidly approaching (that would be me) — gather at scrumptious Zahav, look at the menu and immediately squint and grumble about eyesight or lack of. Quickly, the menu waltz ensues. That’s when you stretch to arm’s length, then inch back and forth, struggling for a distance that encourages visual acuity. It would not pass muster with Bruno.
This being a stylish place, the light is low, akin to the depths of the mine that recently entrapped those Chileans. Reading glasses, wonderful instruments of comfort for the over-the-hill crowd, have been forgotten, as usual. One friend hasn’t succumbed to the glasses yet, but still can’t decipher the minuscule — is that agate type? — print. The other is on her way to trifocals (who knew what fun awaits?) but doesn’t have the right pair. I don’t remember the details. Memory goes around now too.
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Lini Kadaba worked as a staff writer at the Philadelphia Inquirer for nearly a quarter century. In April, she had an opportunity to quit — and took it. Now, she’s a Lady of Leisure, or LOL for short, who lives in Newtown Square, PA. She spends her time as a full-time mom to a teenager and wife to a husband she affectionately refers to as a bossband. She also blogs, chronicling her transformation into a LOL at http://www.myyearasaladyofleisure.blogspot.com