Stoned… can barely keep eyes open. Need to do something creative… so writing in the blog instead of grading. Yeah… mebbe that’ll help.
So lame disclaimer outta the way — folks were right: the older one gets, the faster time seems to slip away. I remember my ten-year high school reunion. It was back in 2000. I was 28 when I went to it. Hello — my 38th birthday is only two years away, and also time for my 20-year high school reunion.
20 years???? How the hell did that happen????
When did the big “4-0” start to loom in my chronological horizen? But loom it does — time only marches forward for us.
And yet, I can hardly believe that my dad will be turning 65 at the end of this week.
My dad? Social Security/retirement age? AARP age? “Five years from 70” age? No way!
Even my mom, who called me to remind me of my dad’s birthday party said, “65 — he’s old!” As if she’s a spring chicken herself — she’ll be 61 in April.
The thought of my parents being old — not just older than I am; that’s always been the case — but OLD…
I think that fact makes me even more aware that I’m older, too — much more than being a mom. For one can be a mom as young as twelve. But one is definitely not a young adult — whether that be a teen or a fresh-faced twenty-something — anymore, when you have parents starting to hit 70.
And talking about Social Security. And Medicare drug benefits for the elderly.
Does that mean, at some point, I’ll be taking care of my elderly parents and my kid? That’s a definite possibility. Being responsible for two generations, with me sandwiched in the middle. Not an unusual situation for many people these days, as folks live longer and longer and folks have babies later and later in life. And the able-bodied adults taking care of folks on either side of the generational divide.
Okay… that’s enough thinking about the future. Gotta wake up enough to deal with the present.
Papers to grade. Must get to them.