Asked in 2011 how she felt about turning 100, Elsie Garretson of East Hampton told The East Hampton Star, “I really don’t feel any different. You just go with the years, you keep breathing and living until God says, ‘Come on Elsie, you’ve spent enough time on earth.’ ”
She had been “a great worrier,” she said. “Then I realized one day, why do you worry? Nothing comes from it. Try to take things in stride. Ride with the waves.”
“Not that way!” Jasper said, after I cut his scrambled eggs into fork-size pieces. His small feet began to stamp a protest beat on his chair. A rant of frustration simmered just below the surface. “You moved it!”
“Which way?” I asked, unclear of the infraction.
“Turn it around,” he demanded, a whimper now set to the rhythm of his feet.
I stirred the eggs in the bowl. Not it. I rotated the bowl clockwise. No. Then counterclockwise. No.