I answered a friends questionaire the other day and I’d like to amend one of my answers now. I always forget how much I love James Taylor. I think my favorite CD has to be my 2-CD James Tayler LIVE set. I could listen to it forever never get tired of it. I love his voice and the lyrics make me smile.
Is it odd that I can’t ever figure out anyone’s age? It is like I have no concept of it or something. I saw a new poster’s age the other day and I was, in a way, surprised by it because somehow I couldn’t reconcile her age with her posts. And, yet, she’s almost 5 years younger than my Mom and my Mom would totally post like that.
For reference, I *never* think of my Mom as old… and she’ll be 68 this year. To me everyone is just… who they are, regardless of the years that pass or of their age. Weird. Not bad but weird still because, when I do sit back and realize that person’s age, it always surprises me. My friends actually experience this a lot with me. Almost all of my good friends are at least 10 years older than me and some of them actually have children my age. They are always taken aback when they re-realize my actual age.
Now, in my case, I think it’s because all of my sisters are 10 to 15 years older than me and my parents were in their 40s when I was a kid. I grew up around “older” people. As a result, I am very comfortable with people in a wide range of ages. My friends, on the other hand, are occasionally surprised that they have no problem being friends with me. Kinda goofy even if I do understand.
Anyway – that wasn’t my point. It is just interesting how we learn to adjust our expectations of certain ages the older we get. Maybe it is because it’s hard to imagine being 60 when you’re 15 so you have a hard time picturing what a 60 year-old should be like – even if you know one? And the more 60 year olds you are in contact with, the better you understand that there isn’t much difference in someone 40 and someone 60?
I’ve gotten absolutely nothing accomplished tonight! I was going to go back into work and finish up some stuff as well as do some freelance but I talked myself out of it. Now I’ll *have* to do it tomorrow night. Plus, that means I must get myself in gear early tomorrow and get this place cleaned up. My parents will be here in time for the Superbowl on Sunday (though probably earlier) and I have softball Sunday morning – doesn’t leave me with much time to clean if I am going to busy most of tomorrow night with freelance. Two more weekends before I can get back to ‘normal’. I can’t wait!