Do you ever watch those TV shows where people have elegant dinner parties with all the china and crystal goblets sparkling, and the wit sparkles too?
I used to have those kinds of soirees, albeit on a modest scale. That was before the Northridge Earthquake destroyed all my crystal wine glasses, and that peculiar force of nature known as children destroyed everything else.
Nowadays, I can’t even keep a jelly jar in the cupboard, because it will soon be broken by kids who consider loading the dishwasher to be a contact sport.
Honestly, I don’t really care that much, because my dining room table is now covered with piles of paid and unpaid bills that need to be filed, magazines I ordered but never read, newspapers and the never-ending detritus of the messy housekeeper.
A few months ago, I cleaned it all off and even sighted wood underneath, which was as exciting as…