I now remember what I had planned to write about yesterday. I met another classmate working at the Census Bureau. In fact, he's the one who administered my test to me. We didn't remember each other at all! He said he hung with the "bad" kids who smoked in the bathrooms and I, of course, never went into the boy's bathroom. But I think it's odd that I don't remember him. I used to look through the yearbooks every year, making sure I could put a name to every face, but I guess I've forgotten people through the years. We both, however, fondly remembered Israel LaFleur. Now, that was a real blast from the past.
But here's the thing. I saw both of my classmates as older than I see myself. And there's a woman in my boat who's two years younger, and I didn't so much think of her as older, but she seems older than I feel inside. It's a odd to mentally put myself in my age group. There's a dis-consonance there.
Well, it's time to get moving. I was thinking that I would like to have more time to write this morning, when I found this quote. Something to think about!
Don't say you don't have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given to Helen Keller, Pasteur, Michaelangelo, Mother Teresa, Leonardo da Vinci, Thomas Jefferson, and Albert Einstein. ~~H. Jackson Brown, Jr.
The getting old thing - that's exactly how I feel. Don't think it is unusual.
ReplyDeleteI cannot believe I went to school with all those old people.