Getting Old

There comes a time in every one's life when you begin to realize how old you actually are. I have had such moments before: not being able to get out of bed on Sundays after rugby, having kids at school not know what a Smurf is, seeing my favorite TV shows when I was a kid being replayed on the "Classic" channel, the list goes on. The problem lately is that these occurrences have been happening more frequently.

Donna asked me to pick a book up from the library for her. I ended up reading it, even though I had no intention of doing so, and it is definitely not the ind of book I would normally read. Turns out I couldn't put it down. It was awesome. And then I got to the end and just about cried. That's right cried over a book. Let me just tell you that My Sister's Keeper might be the saddest book ever... at least that I have read. I highly recommend it.

We will be getting our house soon. This is a sure sign of aging: when you purchase something so expensive you need another person (whom you've committed to spending your life together with) and 20 years to pay it off.

That same week, I began to realize how good CBC radio is. This is a crowning achievement in aging. Only old people listen to the CBC. Heck, only old people even know that CBC has a radio station. It really was quite good though, and the discussion was interesting enough that I wanted to punch one of the speakers in the throat (not literally of course, but she was so irritating) and I was actually yelling at them.

I also managed to survive my first Ontario winter too. It was weird. No spring... just instantaneous summer. One day it was like -10, and the next it was 24. That's crazy. But it has been really nice these last few days to wake-up to sunshine and tweeting birds and warm weather. Strangely enough, Vancouver had snow this week. Damn global warming.

Anyway, in an attempt to regain what little youth I have left, Donna and I are going out to purchase Rockband this weekend. That's right, fake guitar/drums/singing for those of us who always wished we were in a Rockband. So lame, and yet so fun.

Oh, and in case you read this Mom and Dad, good luck with things on Thursday. Always thinking of you, with much love your son.