What does it say about us when we begin to reference everything by it's age? There is a man doing carpet installation at my house this week. He's a very nice fellow and pleasant to visit with. He mentioned that he had his 20th high school reunion last year, making him about 38 according to my calculations. It dawned on me that I'm old enough to be his mother. That is, if I'd begun my family at 19 like both of my sisters. Maybe it is the fact that his hair is going gray! This morning I calculated that I've had my waffle iron for 37 years and I've been saying all week that a everyone should get new carpet as least once every 25 years. I also remarked that I have lived in this house for 31 years next month.
How time flies when you are having a life. I think I need to write one of those "bucket lists" and get moving.