My little cousin is 30.
My friends have grown up.
My feet and knees hurt from walking from Central Park South to 14th street.
The world is turning faster than I thought.
I wore everything I packed except a little black dress and a tank top.
The kitchen is a mountain of dirty dishes
and I must accept the fact that I can't survive on five hours of sleep a night for 9 days.
The man on television (from kentucky) is playing a guitar-like instrument with a body made from a fruitcake tin.
There is so much to remember, it is hard to know where to start or what to say. It's always like that.
4 comments:
"You know you're getting old when you stoop to tie your shoelaces
and wonder what else you could do while you're down there."
George Burns
Amen!
fishlamp: I don't notice it so much day to day but when I'm at any kind of reunion it really hits me.
bethinportland: *chuckle* I second that sentiment, sister.
And then, when you think you've learnt all the skills you need to keep up with the current wave of events, someone introduces a new way of doing things and you have to keep up with that too...
Land, a cottage, a few acres of hemp, a deisel generator and a broadband connection... that'll do nicely :)
New tricks for old dogs? Now, that's just unfair! =)
Throw some electric goats and sheep into that picture for the proper neo-rustic feel.th
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