Even though I will be celebrating my 66th birthday on Friday, I don’t always think of myself as old. Granted, aches and pains I didn’t have years ago tell me otherwise. I still try to keep active and do thing I enjoy doing, sometimes at a slower pace.
However, once in a while something happens that really makes me feel ancient. One such thing happened last Thursday. It was an normal day. One where the only things planned were going to the annual newspaper book sale – paperbacks for $1.00 and hardbacks for $3.00 – and then taking Dustin to the vet in the afternoon. Somehow he, or one of his housemates, scratched his eye so we had to put drops in ti for a week. This was to be his follow up visit. His eye is fine.
Getting sidetracked here – guess I am old. Anyway, after the book sale I needed to go to Rite Aid to pick up something. There is a Subway next door. Because Dustin’s vet appointment wasn’t until 4:40 and I knew until we got home neither of us would feel like cooking dinner, I suggested to Kathy that we stop in Subway and get a sub to take home for dinner that evening. She agreed.
We went in and a nice young man, I am thinking summer job, took care of making our sub. We were talking back and forth while he loaded our sub with the things we wanted. The conversation eventually got around to books. At one point the conversation went something like this:
Young Man: “So, what is your favorite book?”
Kathy: “Oh, my! There are so many. I guess one of my favorites would have to be Gone With the Wind. I read it when I was in high school.”
YM: “Oh (this is where I really felt old) I never heard of that one. What was it about?” (Oh my!)
K: “Well, it was about the Civil War and the South”
YM: “Sounds interesting.”
At this point I felt like get me a rocker for the porch and a blanket for my knees.