My daughter, Kate, phoned last evening.
“I am OLD!” was her conversation starter.
Last week a customer and I were chatting.
“I think we’re just about the same age,” he said, “I’m sixty-four; how old are you?”
My mind went blank.
“I’m not sure…I’m either sixty-one or sixty-two.”
He gave me a quizzical look.
I know the year I was born. I could do the math!
“What year is this?” I asked.
Two thousand fourteen.
On some level I already knew that!
Which means I am sixty-two.
And (it dawned on me), if this is 2014, my daughter Kate will turn forty this year! Geez, I’d have sworn she was no more than thirty-seven!
Thus, when she started a conversation by saying “I am OLD!“, I naturally thought it was her birthday.
My mind raced and near-panic set in, as I scrambled to find the calendar…”WHAT MONTH IS THIS??? Could it already be December? Did I forget my daughter’s birthday???”
Kate went on to explain that she was standing in Starbuck’s. The coffee smelled great but she couldn’t get coffee because she has found, lately, that if she drinks coffee in the evening, it keeps her awake.
Never happened when she was younger.
“I know just how you feel,” I told her.