Today began crappily, when I woke up unable to raise my left arm above shoulder level. There hadn't been any trauma; an old man just slept funny and would spend the day wincing his way through mundane tasks.
Later on, I was rubbing my shoulder rinkside during TwoBert's skating lesson, marveling at how agile and lean and he's become. I brought out my phone and flipped through old photos of his toothless baby face with long-gone blond hair, and before long I'd started into a classic lamentation spiral about the swift passage of time. And when the kids started their open skate, someone cranked up "Landslide" on the PA system.
"Children get older / I'm getting older, too."
Really, Universe? Of all the songs you could have chosen to pump up 40 kids born in the 21st century, you come up with a Lite-FM ditty that was produced THREE FORMATS AGO?
On the way home from the rink, I stopped by the bookstore where Jeff Kinney is signing his latest "Wimpy" effort tomorrow. TwoBert has latched onto them pretty hard lately and would have been really excited to meet him -- if the event hadn't been sold out.
The Three French Men rode all this out with "Rango" and a foothill of popcorn, and after that we were all into sticking our LEGO pistols in our pajama waistbands and putting away their milk one slug at a time. At some point in a boy's life, he needs to know the best time to say, "Leave the bottle."
You know how the saying goes. "Some days you're the windshield, some days you ain't."
