It's My Birthday and I'll Blog if I Want to.
Tara reminded me that now I'm twice as old as I ever was in high school. Yes, I remember when 30 was old (I think it was still old when I hit 29 - now 50 isn't all that old). Yes, I remember David C's paper he wrote (I don't remember if it was in The Beast's class or English), but he suggested as a means to eliminate overpopulation, automatic extermination of anyone reaching his or her 50th birthday. It seemed awfully old to us back then. Now that I'm closer to 50 than 20 (and I have slightly better odds of reaching the former over the latter), it's not all that old.
I brought Jonathan to the library for his story time. Some of the kids (more 3 year olds than I imagined lived in this town) were a little apprehensive, but Jonathan just marched right in. He knows what the library is all about.
We rode our bike(s) over to the library - on the way we ran into someone I haven't seen in a while (he was riding his motorcycle around as he had a day off). It was good to catch up with him.
Last night I dreamed that we went to the beach at Lake Michigan to take some pictures (which is actually probably going to happen, since we're going to Tara's cousin's wedding up there, and Andrew is the same age as Jonathan was when we got some really cute pictures of him toddling along on the beach). But anyway, in my dream, we got there only to find construction equipment all over the beach, all the sand was gone, and there was no water. It seems that they were renovating the beach, so they'd blocked all the water from it. Nice. There's probably a deeper meaning in that, but eh, it was just a dream (unlike when "someone" was mad at me for weeks because she dreamed I invited Jeffrey Dahmer in for dinner).
Well, J is done, so I must publish!