(no subject)

This morning, walking from the cabins to the lodge, i saw beautiful irridescence in a hig cirrus cloud. It was gone before i could take a picture. It is now, just minutes later, full morning sun on the tall grey trunks of the bare hardwoods.

Events this trip make me feel solidly middle aged, despite the boomers who are happy to tell me how young i am. On the flight from Mineapolis (no spell check when i use the keyboard, oy), i was sittingnext to a young woman. She continued looking at photos on her camera after the door closed and we pulled away from the gate. Previous experience let me know a stewardess would be by to tell her to turn it off, and such happened. "Why," she asked me then, "Why," she asked me when we stayed pulled away from the gate, but not movin. I think i got a few more "Why"s. She's a graduate student, and rankled when my question implied she might be going to school at one of the Triangle universities.

Not only did she seem young to me, i think i seemed old to her.

e divided into age cohorts as part of the getting to know you exercises. Us 40 year olds were the smallest group, dwarfed by the 50 year olds. There are organizations of Young Adult friends, and i no longer would fall into that age group. Friends younger than i speak with mature authority.

And i wonder if my night sweats will go away when i stop the prozac.

I don't feel regret or loss, just awareness of change.

(no subject)

I'm not spending much time on line -- it's breakfast. So, off i go.