I’ve discovered, as you get older, you get nostalgic. I’m not sure why.
A number of things have brought this to mind. First, the recent ubiquity meme. Looking at the things on my unique list, most of them were done back in college and high school. Now, for some of you that is recent, even current, but for me: that’s 20 years ago. Do we only do unique things when we are young? Have I gotten in a rut in my life, so comfortable that I don’t step outside the bounds any more? Are these bones too old?
Second, last night I watched the One Day At A Time Reunion special. I used to watch this program religiously (I thought Valerie Bertinelli was really cute—back then, I had this thing for brunettes with long straight hair). Watching it brought back memories: shows just aren’t that funny… or thoughtful… these days. To give you an idea, a line from the show that sticks in my head, talking about sex: “Mom, back in your day, you had to hide the fact that you did it. Nowadays [ed: 1975], you hide the fact that you don’t.” It was just a relaxing hour to watch this reunion.
Thirdly, I’m finding this desire to reconnect with friends from high school and college days, and keep thinking about how I had more energy and focus “back then”. If folks hadn’t noticed by now, I’m into children’s television programs of the 50s/60s (such as Sheriff John).
Is this a normal middle-age thing? After all, you can’t go back, except in memory.
To briefly change the subject, a ceiling update: We lost a 4″ x 6″ square of cottage cheese from the ceiling overnight. Splat, onto the floor. When everthing dries out and the roof is replaced, how does one go about repairing an acoustical ceiling in a way that the color and style matches the remainder of the ceiling? Does one need to scrape it all and start over? (Yes, we have checked for asbestos, and there is none, luckily).
