
Today as I was looking in mirror, I was reminded of a conversation (if you want to call it that) I had yesterday with a student who was looking at a picture of me and my roller coaster friends standing in front of Raging Bull at Six Flags in Chicago.
"You are the shortest one in the group"
"We're on stairs."
"Wow, you look younger."
"I was"
"A LOT!"
After the last comment I couldn't say anything. All I could do was look at the picture taken three or four years ago. Could it be longer?
Another sign of old age (or too much sleep). I moderated my comments this am. Instead of accepting J's comment about Anne Lamott being at B&N, I rejected it. Now I can't get it back:( What is happening to me?
My gratitude list for this am:
1) one (final?) bloom on my Christmas cactus
2) memories of riding roller coasters
3) nine hours of sleep!
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