It's our first day off in a long time (and probably FOR a long time) and it's hail-y out there, so we're still in our pajamas and watching 1968 on the History Channel. It's a bad sign when your birth year is featured on the History Channel, don't you think?
I'll be 40 this year, and it feels like limbo- not young and not old. I look young enough that the adults in my parish think I'm a kid, and old enough so that kids think I'm a grown up. I'm not wrinkly yet, and I have long hair that's not so grey that you see it at first glance. But I am starting to feel age- I think I have a touch of the arthritis in my neck (left side) and for some reason, my feet hurt when I wake up in the morning. Suddenly, I'm having to hold things juuuust a little farther away to focus my eyes on them, and increasing the size of the text in my incoming emails.
Watching this History Channel show, it's interesting to see how much we've changed, as a nation, and how much we're in the same boat- war, industry-vs-earth, sex, drugs, and rock-and-roll. It must have been scary to bring a child into the world back then, and I bet it's scary now.
Here's to history, ours and theirs and mine.
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in text, how to you convey the act of biting one's tongue? (very very hard)
Don't feel too bad - in '68 I was in middle school already.
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