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"I've reached that age when..."

Today I believe I officially reached the age when all my known peers from the high school clash of '91 (I'm including college friends in this batch) hit 50. A college friend hits 50 today. There may be one more friend (whom I haven't seen in 30-plus years) whose parents backdoored him into our clash even though he was born in January '74. Regardless. We old.
 
Oh, and I've gotten to the age that when my teams have 8 p.m. games, it feels incredibly late. I don't even bother trying to watch Suns games unless they're on the East Coast, at least not until the playoffs.

Wednesday I pashed on the second and probably better half of a double-header because it would mean being up too late. Also, when did Ovechkin get older and more worn out looking than me? Made me sad.

I've reached the age where, although the characters in the movies are the jerks (Principal Richard Vernon from The Breakfast Club, Judge Elihu Smails from Caddyshack, etc.), I recognize they still make few valid points.

Way back during the Brat Pack era, a reviewer for Rolling Stone carped that he was tired of directors ashuming we all needed the animal energy and fire of youth more than youth needed insight, skill, and the seasoning that comes with experience. I think this was a review for either Fame or Flashdance. The letters section in the next issue was interesting, with people my age accusing the reviewer of being jealous.

Even as a slightly less old person, the In! Your! Face! sensibility made me feel tired.

What's funny is my nephew, now in his thirties, told me the other day he reread some Calvin and Hobbes and understood why I sometimes mentioned an urge to drop Calvin off in the middle of a lightly attended state park.

My body knows I am 52. Most days, my brain thinks I'm 25. Many times, that puts me in some situations that take a few days to sort out.
It beats the heck out of the alternative.

I really love being an old lady. It's liberating in many ways. However, there is a nagging sense that I need to think about what I'm willing to invest my time and energy into because both are more finite than I initially thought.
 
He went from looking impossibly young to looking older than his age almost overnight. He basically looked his age in Godzilla, which I think came out in 1998, and then I saw him with Sarah Jessica Parker at a Mets game a year or two later #NameDropper and I was like there's no forking way that's him.
Well, speaking of old ...

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Today I believe I officially reached the age when all my known peers from the high school clash of '91 (I'm including college friends in this batch) hit 50. A college friend hits 50 today. There may be one more friend (whom I haven't seen in 30-plus years) whose parents backdoored him into our clash even though he was born in January '74. Regardless. We old.

I'm not quite there yet (Clash of '94), but I have a new neighbor, a homeowner and father of 2, who was born the year after I graduated. :(
 
I'm at the age where a guy who I wrote about when he played high school football who is now a coworker is ready to retire in his mid 50s.

Many of my son's former high school teachers were kids I wrote about as high school athletes.

I have to remind myself that I was mid 20s when they were teenagers, so I'm not that much older.
 
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I'm at the age where I guy who I wrote about when he played high school football who is now a coworker is ready to retire in his mid 50s.

Many of my son's former high school teachers were kids I wrote about as high school athletes.

I have to remind myself that I was mid 20s when they were teenagers, so I'm not that much older.

My cross country coach is still teaching business at our HS. Probably in his mid-60s, maybe a little closer to 70 than 60. Either way, it's amazing how old people in their early 30s seem when you're 16 or 17.
 
Well, speaking of old ...

sarajessicaparker.jpg

This is doubly funny/ironic, b/c she. too, looked impossibly young even while being young for a while in the '80s. Broderick was in his 20s when he broke out, but she was 18 when Footloose was made and looked 14. (Unlike Kevin Bacon & Lori Singer, who were, like, 55 when the movie was made) But time waits for none of us. Except maybe Ralph Macchio.
 

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