fasting, day 19
At Feast tonight, a young boy offered his seat to me and sat on the floor during devotions. I was so touched! And then I realized... it means I'M OLD!!!!
I was so distraught by this notion that I baked some vegan banana bread AND zucchini bread tonight when I got home. No--you're not crazy. There's no logical correlation. I just felt like baking. And I listened to some good OLD 80s alternative electronica. Gah!
It was not so long ago *I* was the one offering up my seat to my elders out of respect and courtesy. Sitting on the floor has been very familiar and comfortable for me. It seems that I have passed the baton to a new generation of beautiful children and youth who are eager to serve their fellow community members.
I am excited by this prospect. Even if it means I'm old.
That's ok. I'll just put on some Clash, Depeche Mode or Psychedelic Furs and wallow in my agedness. Ha!
Comments
thanks, rick. i do appreciate your sincerity - and your sense of humor!! :)
katie - bring it on! i like that gift. he he!
and yeah, moj - i'm definitely not embarrassed by my age! i love my age, actually. and i'm hot for my age. hahaha!
Posted by: delara | March 25, 2008 08:23 PM
Yeah, I realized that I'm old when a girl in her early-twenties asked me how old I am -- and then immediately apologized for asking such a question.
I was like, "Hey, wait a second! I'm not so old that I'm EMBARRASSED about MY AGE!!!"
Posted by: +mojan. | March 23, 2008 08:35 AM
Ha! Yeah, I've been feeling old lately too. But, then again, I am older than you even if it's only like 3 years or something.
You know what D! I have a great idea...a Naw Ruz gift for you.... You could offer me your seat at Feast and then maybe you won't feel old!!!!
Posted by: Kate | March 22, 2008 01:26 AM
Cute ;D
Posted by: Sarah | March 21, 2008 06:42 AM
Delara, you're not yet old. When your children start doing things that you remember doing when you were their age, then you're getting old. When you get up off the floor and you make the same grunting noises that your mother or father made, then you're getting old.
At work, it's customary to mark one's anniversary by treating people to N of something where N is the number of years. Five pounds of M&M's is common for people marking their fifth anniversary.
For my twelfth anniversary, I treated everyone to a dozen flavors of Danish Kringle. A member of my team was cutting a piece off for himself when he realized something, turned to me, and said, "Rick. You've been working her for half my life." That was almost 6 years ago, and, no, I don't want to do the math required to update the ratio.
Right now, my most significant problem is trying to convince people that I'm really only 30 years old despite the fact that I have a daughter who is old enough to drive. For some reason, people just aren't buying that line.
So, Delara, you're not old. But you might just be experienced!
Posted by: Rick Schaut | March 21, 2008 02:11 AM