I notice things. We all do. Observations get processed through my odd lens of experience and humor. And then they get archived, seemingly indefinitely, into a Bank of Trivial Details and Memories. I’m often told I remember everything. Sometimes it’s a gift. Sometimes it’s a curse. Sometimes it’s just annoying. But it always leaves me wondering, “There’s gotta be some storage limit in the brain,” at which point useless information is hogging space that could be better used for things I actually need to retain. Like how to file my taxes, and what that all means. And how the Electoral College works (does it?), and why we still cling to this practice in the 21st century. You know, grown-up stuff.
Speaking of grown-up stuff, I’m 41. This is the age my mom was when I was in 8th grade. I have two children, ages almost-5 and 2 and 1/2. God that half is important when you’re 2. I’m technically more than 41 and 1/2. I’m 41 and 7/12. Yet I feel light years away from how I perceived other grown-ups at this age. Not because I don’t have a grown-up looking life – I am a parent, I have a full-time job, I own a car, I buy back-up laundry detergent and stamps, I no longer recognize many-most celebrities mentioned in People Magazine. These are all qualifying features of adulting. Yet I’m still not quite sure the title fits.
What’s fun is seeing life through the eyes of my sons. It either reminds me of what that age was like, or it reminds me that I still see life through those eyes at my age. Like sunsets. My 2 and 1/2 year old says, “Look at that sunset! It looks like fire!” That’s me talking through him, and it makes me happy. Also every time my little guys look out a window, they say, “I see the world!” I love that “the world” is synonymous with “outside”. As Paul Rudd’s character says in the movie Knocked Up, “I wish I liked anything as much as my kids like bubbles.” I get it. Also, I love bubbles.
So I present you with my THOUGHT SALAD. Things that pop into my head and get processed through my peculiar brain, tossed around, and mixed in a bowl with arbitrary observations and commentary. Enjoy.