time warp--a constant theme.

I was the oldest person at our girls night out/dinner party tonight. Of the 5 girls I was the only one with kids. The runner up is prego with twins. It was a very wierd experience because I am usually among the youngest, dang it. I also realized, as i close in on that 31st birthday of mine, that my mother had her 5th child before she turned 31 and had adopted a 10 year old somewhere inbetween all of those kids. At my age she was the mother of 6 ranging from 10 to infant.

I think and write about this a lot. Time marching on, the kids growing up. Me growing old and getting wrinkles, Doug growing old and getting all hunchy and slow. We just bought a bunch of life insurance and are getting our living wills together. It's crazy. And I am a bit obsessed. Must be the aging community around us. Every lonely widow or elderly woman couple walking her slow, hunchy husband around the block was 30 once. Just like me.