This week's Friday Five is:
Five Ways I Know I Am Getting Old.
1. A friend of mine recently remarked that her son disliked his keyboarding class, and my first thought was, "I didn't know they'd bought a piano keyboard." Duh! Keyboarding is the new version of typing class.
2. I opened a new account on line for a site that requested your date of birth. For birth year, they had a drop down menu. I had to scroll to find mine. A Loooooooooong Way.
3. My daughter's comment at dinner the other night. She said casually, "When I get married and have kids, you will be Gramma Vetsch." I was gobsmacked. Gramma Vetsch is what my husband called HIS gramma! I was ready for my tennis-ball footed, bike-basket adorned aluminum walker right there.
4. At the auction I went to last Saturday, the auctioneer was selling as 'Vintage Items' things I remembered when they came out new. Rubik's Cube...Vintage? Hello!?
5. Last night, my son and I started reading aloud Zilpha Keatley Snyder's THE VELVET ROOM. When I told my son that my fourth grade teacher had read this book to my class in 1979, he was impressed. When I told him my copy of the book had been printed in 1965, he looked at the book like it was an original copy of a Gutenberg Bible. "Wow, that's old!"
Sigh. Not that old. Not anymore.