There will come a day

… when I manage to remember to write the weekly post before it’s after bedtime and what passes for my brain has fried. This is not that day.

This is the day a Kate looks at the date and wonders where the heck the year went that it’s August already, and thinks that someone, somewhere is cheating because it took so much longer for a year to go by back when I was a kid.

Yeah, even allowing for time being kind of wibbly-wobbly and depending a lot on the perception of the person experiencing the time, it still went by much slower back in the day. I remember the challenge of remembering that the two digit year now started with 8. Then the 9s came along, then the next thing I know the 0s are done and we’re nearly out of the 1s. It just doesn’t seem that long ago that there was widespread angsting over the Y2k problem. Hell, it doesn’t seem that long ago that I watched the news of the fall of the European Communist regimes with a kind of stunned awe that something which had seemed so immutable (and horrible and evil) could fall so quickly.

It doesn’t seem that long ago that I stood on the back porch hoping to see the Space Shuttle and dreamed of being able to go into space and study the geology of planets – or moons – that weren’t Earth. Sadly that dream wasn’t to be, but why something from my late teens doesn’t seem to be all that far in the past is something I really don’t know.

Maybe it’s because I don’t really feel old. On the inside I feel almost as though nothing has changed since somewhere around my mid-20s. The outside is another matter, but then, I’ve never been all that connected to what’s going on there. I don’t think I could have managed to drive over 1000 miles with an untreated broken ankle if I was closely connected to the outside. You kind of need to be a bit detached from things like pain to be able to pull a stunt like that.

So yeah, maybe I’ll get my mess sorted sometime, but I don’t recommend holding your breath. It might seem to me like it’s hardly been any time at all, but it could easily be years before I figure it out.



  1. “It just doesn’t seem that long ago that there was widespread angsting over the Y2k problem.”

    I still have brass left over from Y2K that I saved up “just in case.” Probably never get used now, what with the tragic boating accident and all. ~:D

    Remember when summers used to last FOREVER and Next Year never came for a really long time?

    I was supposed to build a shed this summer, and I still don’t have a shovel in the ground.

  2. The fall of the Berlin Wall WAS yesterday, at least in my mind. One of my most vivid memories is being glued to the TV in the evenings, watching the people attacking the Wall, and then the huge protests in Prague as the Velvet Revolution took place. All I could feel was pure shock, because everything I knew all my childhood was dissolving. Germany had been and always would be divided, because that’s just how life was. There was the Iron Curtain, and the Cold War, forever and ever, amen.

    And then there wasn’t for about three years. And then reality bit.

    1. naah, not yesterday to me. the Berlin wall went down while i was in fitness training company before BCT and i feel *every* mile after that.

    2. I still find myself wondering if I will ever be able to go back there and see the changes. But I suppose now would be a bad time, and with the way Germany’s going, I don’t think it’d be safe to go over the next few years. *sigh*

      As for time flying, I remember being heavily pregnant around this time last year. Jaenelle’s going to have her birthday soon. I’m going BUT NOOOO I BARELY GOT TO ENJOY YOUR BABYHOOD *internal motherly wail of denial* (yeah, I’m being silly, especially since she’s grown and improved so much, but. Still. I do that to my oldest kids too. ‘Turn back to a baby for a few hours ;_;’ “Mum is being silly again…”)

  3. One problem we keep running into, in this house, when tackling things involving endurance and strength – be it a 1600-mile car trip, or lifting weights at the gym – is that we keep trying to base what we can do off what our mid-twenties selves did, instead of what we are now able to do.

    In my head, I still feel 25. And so does my darling man. He tells me that not long before his mum passed, she complained of the same thing – that in her head she was 25, and this 80+ year old body just kept not being able to keep up.

    When “just the other day” turns out to be nine years ago, and “a little while back” was twenty-odd years ago, and things that seem common to all adults no longer are.. I keep forgetting how young my coworkers are, because I don’t feel old yet.

    “It’s the difference between assets and working liquid capital. Don’t you remember how the air industry crashed after September 11th?”

    “Um, ma’am, I was 3 when that happened.”


    1. My son goes, in typical teasing exaggeration “It happened a million years ago” whenever I make reference to things that happened before he was born. 9-11 included.

      Hubby gave a CD full of 90’s dance music that he found amongst his things to eldest daughter. Her response? “Oh! Oldschool! Thanks, Dad!”
      Hubby: *twitch*

      1. No, Old School is having watched MTV when it was all music videos. And remembering when Madonna was young, new, and controversial.

            1. *chuckle* That video that Jaenelle likes so much features a group called SNH48. The oldest dancer in that video was 51 at the time of the video’s making. I would’ve pegged her at being late 20’s to 30. Apparently she’s retiring this year, 53.
              Madonna looks like a corpse compared to her.

  4. Heh, image the look on my face when I realized that my 35th HS reunion was last year. 😀

    I still remember the day Ronald Regan was shot and the wedding of Charles and Diane. I remember hearing “Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall” just a few years after “We will never forget them, nor the last time we saw them, this morning, as they prepared for their journey and waved good-bye and ‘slipped the surly bonds of earth’ to ‘touch the face of God. ”

    I saw Columbia launch and Atlantis land and a dream end.

  5. Apropos of time speeding by and things remembered, did you guys know Rutger Hauer died? I was amazed. He was 75, and I’m still remembering him from Blade Runner.

    But then Blade Runner is 37 years old. WHAT? When did that happen?

    Sean Young is a 60 year old lady now. Holy frack!

    1. Yes, someone mentioned it last week. _Blade Runner_ , _Ladyhawke_, those are recent. Not [mumble mumble] years old.

      1. *grumble* I still have to find time, and make son sit down with me to watch all the animated Disney, NOT the remakes. Yeesh. Fortunately, there is a baby so I have excuses for this.

        I actively made him sit down and watch The Matrix. Aff made him watch Jaws. All of it. And the Alien and Predator movies. We’re working on it. It’s not as hard as I’m making it sound, since this is the kid who actively picked an Atari Retro for Christmas once.

  6. Well, I identify as old. What I miss are those old jungle movies where one guy puts on a crazed face and says, “Those DRUMS. They’re driving me MAD, do you hear? MAD (starts to cry, and gets slapped in the face, and says “Thanks, I needed that.”) I like to do that with kids, though I slap my own face…

  7. Young people! Why they don’t even remember when you had to get up to change the TV channel.

  8. I miss how time was when I was a child. It was always now and now was always eternal.
    Inside I seem to have gotten stuck at panicking 17 year old.

  9. Do you want us all to remind you… oh, say the day before? Drat, I don’t have a handy unix system, so I can do an at job and automate it, but I’m sure if enough of us got together, we could manage to ping you fairly often to remind you… Or you could set your calendar to remind you? I do that sometimes, and they are infrequent enough that I do look at them.

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