Wednesday, September 19, 2007

the day of birth

Well, I've gone and gotten a year older. Again. This past Sunday marked my 26th year upon the earth. 26 isn't a particularly meaningful number to me, other than the fact that it doesn't divide nicely into 5s. I liked that part of 25. I'm riding the downward slope to 30, but I don't put much stock in that. It's not like I woke up on Sunday and felt any differently. Well, if I did--it was just because of the gratuitously large piece of chocolate cake I ate Saturday night.

I've had a few changes in my life over the last year. I've moved twice--and hopefully won't need to again any time soon. I've changed positions at work, for the better. I've become the only member of my immediate family in the state. I've finally realized that I really should be wearing my glasses. I've decided that I want a dog.

And I've noticed that my body is a lot less forgiving than it was back when I was in college. I do anything remotely interesting, and I'm bound to be sore the next day. Perhaps my body has always done that, and I just failed to notice? It's possible, but not likely. I think I've just finally lost the last of the childhood rubber--and realized it.

I'm going to miss it--hey, I already miss it. I did a little work last night on my winter woodpile, and I certainly don't think it was enough to feel it so emphatically this morning! Shoot, from the way my shoulders feel, I should have two or three cord stacked about now.

This isn't complaining. It's just stark disbelief.

I'll have to start stretching and things--the sort of things that I nag my parents to do. And I'll have to get to the eye doctor soon. Perhaps I'll just get my eyes lasered. Perhaps not. I'd rather spend my money on a woodcutting crew.

Well, actually, I'd rather not spend my money at all. Gotta save it for when my knees go.

So, now that my age is divisible by 13, are there any major changes looming on the horizon? Not that I know of. I guess only time will tell. Perhaps, in a year from now, I'll look back and think "Man, 26 was the year that my blog got really boring."

I hope not.

1 comment:

Mrs. DuPuis said...

Haha... now I have "let's get physical, physical!" stuck in my head!