It has been a busy week, such that having a birthday barely made an impact. Â It is nice to be a grown-up and Â contributing tax payer. Â It’s sometimes strange think of myself as older, until I see the wee undergrads squeaking andÂ scurryingÂ about and I realize I have some adult gravitas (actually in the form of increased gravitational force, middle-age approaching!)
On my birthday I suited up in my parka to brave the -19 temperatures and screaming wind on the walk over the bridge to the University. Â Before I crossed the alley, a car honked at me and a woman in her 80s asked if I wanted a ride to the University. Â Feck yeah!
Once inside andÂ buckledÂ up sheÂ explainedÂ she was going that way anyway, and when she saw me with my backpack and ‘looking so young’ she thought I must be headed to the University. Â I guess ‘young’ is relative? Anyway, it was a great, unexpected birthday present to be spared the walk and also get some perspective. Thanks Mavis!
Despite that delightful interlude, the extended winter has me fantasizing about escape plans. Who ever heard of a white Easter? Liz Phair and I are getting ready to fire up the batmobile and head somewhere we can speak the language.