Today was one of those days when a convergence of events rubbed my face in the fact that I’m getting old. I’ve written about days like this before, but it’s been awhile.
And so, as I did last time, let’s go to the list:
- I supervise student employees at the university where I work, which, on it’s own, is a setup for feeling old. Anyway, one of those students wears a woven cap with a bill that reminds me so much of a certain TV character that I grew up with, and so I said something to him about it:
Me: Hey, Nick, every time I see you wearing that cap I think of Radar O’Reilly.
Me: Radar O’Reilly!
Nick: Who’s that?!
Me: Radar, from M*A*S*H!!!
Nick: Well, I’ve seen commercials for the reruns on TV, but I’ve never…
- This reminded me that before I began my current position at the university, I worked in the Admissions office for 6-1/2 years. When I’d been there a year or so, I reviewed the first application for a prospective Freshman whose birth year was the year I graduated High School, and I worked there long enough to have reviewed applications for students whose birth year was the year I graduated from college.
- I’m writing this post after having gone for a
run…well, my intention was to run. I hadn’t tried running in about a month, having been through a few weeks of illness and then recovery time, and I did a very stupid thing: I went running too soon after a meal. Good Lord! There’s a reason why exercise, yoga, and martial arts instructors recommend working out on an empty stomach. It felt terrible!
Someone fetch me a wheelchair!