Justin Gubbins, in recounting the reluctance of his daughter Megan’s Portuguese water dog, Geronimo, to run anymore — marking the end of a career whose highlight was a 42nd-place finish among more than 600 Montauk Turkey Trot entrants four years ago, said that food was pretty much Geronimo’s sole concern these days, sex apparently being out of the question.
On returning home I told Mary that I’d told Justin that food, sex, and work pretty much summed life up.
“And tennis,” Mary said.
Yes, tennis too in my case, that and an increasing desire to arrive at some peace of mind. Is there a God? Is there not? How to account for inspiration? Do people, most of them, tend toward what’s good and beautiful? Why is there so much evil? Is it because we are fallen, as the religious generally think, or can most of it simply be ascribed to ignorance? These and other questions like them come to mind as I’m waiting for Tom Re to serve — a serve I sometimes think is evermore about to be.
But that’s it! Forget about certainty and get in the swim, the evermore about to be swim. Which reminds me there is to be a meet tonight, at the Y, and it will be interesting to see how Craig Brierley’s team does. I asked him at the Turkey Trots the other day for a prediction, but he said it was hard to do inasmuch as other schools’ lineups, like his, were always changing. He could ask no more than that his charges do their absolute best every day.
As good advice as any, I would say, applicable to all who are swimming in the river of time, evermore about to be.