My name is Susannah, and I’m a number nerd.
My brain works in numbers. It wants to translate everything to a numerical formula, a syncopated rhythm, a symmetrically balanced equation. I dunno, that’s just how I think.
Anyway, my seventieth birthday was a week ago, and, like I do every year, I reflect in amazement on how many years I’ve been around. As in, “Wow! Today I’m forty. Thirty years ago…. ” How is it something that happened that many years ago was in my lifetime? Am I really that old?
So here are my annual ruminations on age:
Twenty years ago I was divorced…
Thirty-five years ago my youngest child was born…
I have been someone’s mother for forty-three years…
Fifty-one years ago I graduated high school…
Sixty-five years ago I started kindergarten!!!!
How can it be that ANYTHING about me was SIXTY FIVE YEARS AGO???
Time flies?
Here’s another little nerdy number tidbit: Next year, in 2023, I will be 71 years old. It will have been 52 years since I graduated high school. I was born in 1952. I graduated in 1971. (52+71=23).
Stuff like this keeps my mind spinning. Go figure.
Oh my god, I think I can see the matrix now…
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I graduated from high school in 1970 so this is the year that the Class of ’70 turned 70. There is a large group of us here in town who celebrated that milestone this year–baby boomers that we are.
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Damn my dear, you are old! I hate it when someone says oh that happened way back in the 90s and I think to myself holy crap I was in my mid forties then!
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