I'm Getting Old
I realized this weekend that I'm getting to be an old fart. I was driving to Lowe's to pick up some painting supplies (more on that in a moment) and I had NPR on (which is also another indicator that I'm "old"). Anyway, Garrison Keillor was on with his "Prairie Home Companion" show, which I've never really listened to, but I decided to give it a whirl this time. I found myself laughing at a couple of jokes, and then I sat in the car, crying profusely  because I realized I was laughing to Garrison Keillor jokes, which I've heard is a true indicator of aging.
I'm also kind of sore from painting Hayden's new room. I got 1/2 of it done on Sunday (the blue skyline), and I'll do the other 1/2 (the green ground) later. It's very similar to what we did with Hayden's original room (same colors too) but this time we're not doing a straight line to separate the colors. Liz sketched out a line so we'll get the effect of hills in his room and she's going to paint trucks, cars and trains on the hills (he's really big into those things). Painting isn't hard to do but it uses muscles in subtle ways that I'm not used to so I'm a bit stiff this morning. I'm trying to do a quick 5-10 stretching routine before I go to bed now so that helped the stiffness this morning. I am so inflexible - it's embarrasing how tight my muscles are.
 Actually, I wasn't crying. It was more like a slight sigh of lament...which is another sign of aging. Young kids are prone to big emotional swings - I guess when you get older you realize it's just not worth expending all that energy.
* Posted at 10.09.2006 06:51:23 AM CST | Link *