Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Someday It Will Be Spring

My back-porch garden is growing.

It is most excellent.

The older I get, the more I start to take pleasure in the little things again. The little things add up.

One of the cab drivers in Indy asked me if I was 22 or 23, because I looked "too young" to have a Master's degree.

"Twenty-six," I said.

"Uh. Oh," he said.

I do *not* look 22, dude.

I suppose I will look old and wise soon enough. No sense rushing it.

Also, as a side note: Indiana drivers are all fucking incompetent. They drive on flat, straight freeways and still manage to get into more accidents than anybody in any city I've been in outside Durban.

3 comments so far. What are your thoughts?

kate.d. said...

i had the receipt-checker at costco doubt that i could've bought the rum in my cart because i looked like i was 16.

i am 25.

hope that makes you feel better!

ian with too much boyish charm said...

I almost got my ID taken by the bouncers of a club one time. They were sure it was a fake. Spent 20 minutes standing outside while every bouncer in the club looked at it for something wrong and kept trying to get me to admit it was fake.

a.h.o.i. said...

Get yourself some of these, if you haven't already.

Wondrous! I grow them in my container garden every year, on a tiny balcony three floors off the street.