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Great conversation on the subway tonight. On the way home from acroyoga I heard these two women across from me talking:

I had boots like that in the 70s.
I remember those.
It's amazing how they're in again.
I was just a little too young but my sister had them.
Really? How old are you? You look like you're in your 20s.
I'm 41.
I'm 51.

I was smiling and pretty obviously listening, and at that point I had to look up. Both these women looked great for their ages; I would never have guessed Ms. Forty-One to be over her thirties. They asked how old I was, guessed 20s and I said barely 32... so it was just perfect, we were almost exactly a decade apart from each other. What happened was basically a rapid-fire conversation about stages of life, with 41 saying she'd never go back and do her 30s again. Possibly the part about marriage was funniest:

51 to 41: Did you marry? (no ring on 41's ring finger)
41 to 51, regretfully: Yeah, yeah I did, what about you?
51 to 41: Nope, I've always been a spinster.
41 to 51: Yay!
32 to 41 and 51: I did, I got married.
51, looking pained: You DID? Ooooh...
32: Yeah. But he's nice, and I'm not doing the kid thing!

Although it sounds like something a woman's magazine would do, I think it could be really neat to set up a dinner with women spaced 10 years apart from me but extending much further... a 22, me, a 42, 52, 62 and 72 at least. I just want to do it for myself, but hell, there's almost a business idea in there. It's like a dating service: join my website and I'll set you up with a roomful of such people who have one or two major things in common with you.
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I am one gigasecond old today, as of early this morning! [livejournal.com profile] heisenbug wrote a post about it which shows the awesome custom gift he gave me... but he didn't mention that he actually wrote to my mother to find out the exact time I was born. Awwwwww.

(It does strike me as a bit sneaky to celebrate round numbers of seconds. It's like an extension of celebrating each anniversary in binary and base ten, so that excitingly round numbers come around more often. With enough number games, there's probably something to celebrate about every day... of course, I'm not saying that's a bad idea. I think it's kind of awesome to know I'm 1,000,000,000 seconds old.)

Anyway, so today he woke up and caught me making him a heart-shaped pancake. You can all go off and puke now, we don't care.

I've been wanting to write a post about how my perceptions of objects have been changing, with my strict rules on not buying anything lately... for instance, I keep finding more books I have in the house but haven't read (including two graphic novels), and I was really extra-excited when my friend B came over for lunch this week and gave me a paperback copy of The Name of the Wind. It's so new. And hey! New objects ARE exciting when one's tolerance has lowered!

So, today I broke down. We were taking a couple of backpacks full of stuff to Goodwill (which is a win in itself) when I decided to check out their sweaters. Sure enough, for $5 each I found three things I will totally wear: a thin gray zip-up layer from Old Navy, a blue sweater very much like my hand-knitted Hild but without the cables 1, and a pair of stretch corduroys from l.e.i. that I think [livejournal.com profile] rifmeister will approve of. Hee! I am handy and lucky and frugal. And, also, in a good mood.

1 It had a small hole in the shoulder seam. I have mended it, using yarn left over from the Hild.

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