This afternoon I reached a nadir in my search for gentility in my old age.
I ate a peach.
Well, what made it nadirish is that this wonderful, huge peach was so perfect that I had to eat it leaning over the sink, letting juice run down my chin, over my hand and onto the stainless steel. If I had been able to eat a peach and take a photo, I would have risked losing your respect just so that you might be inspired to run out, buy an Ontario white-fleshed peach and join me in my lack of all things elegant. It was glorious!
And to prove that I still have a possibility of redemption, I leave you with this: