Zoe’s Mom so very helpfully tagged me for a meme, so everyone is spared my thoughts on the Presidential debate.
The Aging Meme
all you have to do is fill in the blanks...
At a certain age women should decide that their weight and bra size do not matter (I wish it would happen for all women at age twelve. Alas, I have yet to reach that age. When will I?)
At a certain age men should decide that a woman’s weight and bra size do not matter. (Do they ever?)
When I was a kid I thought I would live in all kinds of foreign and exotic places.
Now that I am older I wish I had lived in more foreign countries.
You know you are too old to party when the only thing you want to do after three margaritas is go to bed (to sleep).
You know you are too young to retire when you get bored after four days of sitting around the house.
When I was in high school I listened to the music of David Bowie, Jethro Tull, Queen, The Pretenders, and Talking Heads (and much, much more, but I’ll stop at five).
Nowadays I find I like the music of Feist, Emmylou Harris, Steeleye Span, Dar Williams, and Michelle Shocked (and much, much more, but I’ll stop at five, while noting that I still like David Bowie, Queen, The Pretenders, and Talking Heads. I had exceptionally good taste for a teenager).
On my last birthday I got a digital camera I wanted as a gift and that I still don’t know how to use very well, because I can't be bothered to read through an instruction manual that's on a CD (see? I really am a Luddite!).
On my next birthday I want to go to NYC.
The best birthday present I ever got was a trip to Belize and Guatemala (my 40th from Bob)
The first time I felt grown up was when I was 19, and my father was struggling with problems he was having with my brother, who was 16 at the time. It was nothing more than rebellious, son-to-father-type stuff and was very normal, but my father had had three daughters before that, was getting older, and had not been prepared, I don’t think, for this difficult stage of his son’s life. I remember one evening, when I was home from college, he said to me (after yet another fight with my brother), so pitifully (and somewhat desperately), “Maybe I’ve really screwed up with you kids, but all I ever did was love all of you so much and want the best for all of you.” He’d never been so candid with me about such things, and it was such a testimony to how lost he felt, at times, in this whole business of parenting. I suddenly found myself seeing my parents not as parents, but as people, and I was able to sympathize with them in a way I never had.
The last time I felt like a kid was oh, all the time. It’s only because I have mirrors (and memories) that tell me otherwise that I know I’m not.
When I read The World According to Garp (at age 15!) it changed my life. Sometimes I wish I hadn’t read such an adult book at such a young age. Other times, I’m so glad I did.
Last year was very trying.
Next year I hope to complete the novel I’ve been struggling to write. We’ll see…