I was thinking I need to cut my nails today and
that got me to reminiscing about the good old college days. Remember when we
would sit around for hours in the dorm room passionately debating whether we
grew our nails or our nails grew themselves? And would they grow if no one
heard the tree that fell in the forest? Ah, those were the days when we had way
too much time on our hands and the privilege of thinking about things like
that. Granted, there would have been another activity before the discussion
that helped kick it off, something I can’t talk about because I might want to
run for President some day— and just for the record, I didn’t inhale. But even
without that, college life was a luxury that allowed us to ponder metaphysics
instead of digging ditches or fighting wars.
Of course, when we graduated and we were firmly in
our 20’s, the questions changed. Can I get a job? Can I find a mate? Can I
commit to this mate? Is her cool car enough to help me decide? And what is this
thing called a Utility Bill?
Then we’re in our 30’s and they changed again. Can I
get one full night of sleep, please? Can we get a babysitter tonight?
Who’s driving Julie to soccer? How long do I have to put up with my boss?
40’s: Apple or PC? Which ap should I get for my
Smartphone? And on to:
How can we handle the empty nest? We’re going to
miss the kids so much!
50’s: How can we make sure the kids don’t move back
in?
60’s: Do I have enough in my retirement account?
70’s: Which Assisted Living place can I go to and
when do I apply?
80’s: Why aren’t the kids visiting?
90’s: My fingernails are growing. Or am I growing
them? Whatever! It’s proof I’m alive!
P.S. By the way, when do you know it’s the
right time to cut your fingernails? Do people do this on schedule like
haircuts? Mark the calendar? Get a “reminder to cut fingernails” ap on their
phone? Just curious.
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