The cashier at the grocery store had to ask for my I.D. during check-out today. Knowing that I will probably be carded until I am age 90, I had it ready.
The cashier looked at my birth date, then at the photo, and then up at me, clearly disbelieving. He looked down at the photo again, back at me, back at the birthdate again, and back up at me.
I was about to ask if there was a problem when he shrugged and entered my birth date into the computer. He sighed as my purchase cleared.
“Well,” he said, “You just barely made it.”
Even official documents do not spare me.
(Also…how does a margin of six years constitute “barely making it”?)
-Planning a vacation to Acadia National Park in Maine!
-I’m still shuffling things around to my new studio on the other side of our duplex. On the up side, the two spare rooms on our side are starting to look like rooms and less like gigantic piles of stuff.
-My first major knitting project is still unfinished five years later (this is a chronic problem for me). I’m making a final push to complete it, once and for all.
Camping food: Hot dogs and s’mores, hamburgers, tinfoil meals. Oh, and lobster boiled over a campfire. It was MAINE, after all.
–Everywhere Present by Stephen Freeman
–The Lost Boy by David Peltzer
–The Martian by Andy Weir
–Murder on the Links by Agatha Christie
–Redwall, Mossflower, and Mattimeo by Brian Jacques
Basically, this comic:
We’re more than half-way through 2016. Maybe my head will stop spinning by the time November does its fly-by.
July has gone by at a more leisurely pace. We spent the first part of the month on vacation in New England. I had my first real camping experience at Acadia National Park. It was fun, scenic, and tiring–and it drizzled most of the time. Vacation was capped off by attending the wedding of a dear college friend. The rest of the month was spent trying to beat the heat and watching my lilac bush droop from lack of rain. August is looking pleasantly busy from here….