I’m listening to Jay-Z’s Forever Young feat. Mr. Hudson. I’m doing laundry--the 7th batch this week. Toddler One helps by pulling the recently dried clothes out of the hamper and putting them in the garbage. It’s Autumn and I’m feeling melancholy today. I’m thinking about the olden days, back before Wii and DVDs. Forever Young is a song of my youth. Both songs with that title are, although I never was in favor of Rod Stewart.
It isn’t that I want to even know any of the people from my High School. I’d like to know that they’re doing well, mostly, and that Serious Boyfriend did not, in fact, become gay. I think it would be yet another affront on my feminine charms to know that an ex-love-of-my-life chose men over me.
I’m not feeling old. I’m just not feeling young. I huff, now, when I bend over to pick something up. When did I start huffing? I don’t recall huffing when I was 20.
Forever young? I’d be happy to be forever-not-so-creaky. I wonder if Jay-Z would sample that? He’d have to change the lyrics a bit.
“...and the Kool-Aid is always cold
and the music is always Wiggles
And the soccer moms just happen to stop by in the hood
And they hop their saggy butts up on the seat of that minivan.
With lots of wrinkles in today cuz there’s no tomorrow
just a picture perfect day that last a whole lifetime and it never ends...”
I love my life. Wouldn’t go back to being (shudder) 17 for anything in the world. I wouldn’t change places with any 20-something, no matter how Sex and the City her life may be. But Autumn makes me remember not only the past year, but all the past years (which are many), and with Jay-Z playing illicitly on my computer, you’ll have to forgive me for being a bit droopy.