Posts Tagged ‘Changing Times’

Times Change

August 7, 2019

Until relatively recently, I always considered travel advisories, barring weather events, as something that were only issued for people visiting other countries, not my own.

A Habit That Has Nothing To Do With My Star Sign, But Admittedly Might Have Something To Do With The Year Of My Birth

April 26, 2019

“You’re an Earth star sign, aren’t you?” I was asked via a text conversation yesterday.

While I was privately unimpressed at both the apparent non sequitur and the fact that I knew I was going to be expected to be impressed at what was at worst a one in four chance guess, I still wrote back, “Yes, you’re right.”

“I knew it!  I can tell by how you end your sentences with all those dots  Most Earth signs do that”  (There’s a clue for what’s to come in the previous quote, by the way.)

Now it’s true that at one point in my life I had what might kindly be described as an . . . ellipsis problem, but I knew for a fact that I hadn’t ended any sentences with ellipsis during this conversation, so, more than a little confused I replied, “I don’t know why you’re seeing a lot of dots at the ends of my sentences.  Maybe it’s a formatting issue or something because I’m not typing a lot of dots.”

“It’s not a lot of dots” came the reply.  “Just unnecessary ones”  (Do you see it yet?  This is the point I did.)

With a heartfelt sigh and an eyeroll I responded, “Periods.  They’re called periods, and some people still use them out of habit, you know.”

I Remember When Kids Got The Switch For NOT Going To School

March 5, 2019

The following is a paraphrased conversation I had with my son this morning, a conversation that made it clear to me just how much times have changed:

“I know you don’t want to go to class today, and if you like, we can make it a worksheet day instead, but one way or the other you have to do school this morning or no Switch in the afternoon.”

The Trip (Part Two)

December 5, 2017

Before I move completely away from the topic of changes in air travel culture though, let me pause to give a shout out to the TSA agent who processed my paperwork on the other side of the country.  She was personable, professional, and had some of the finest inkwork on her arms that I have ever seen.

And If You Don’t Know What I Was About To Say . . . GOOD!

May 11, 2017

This morning my son, giggling his head off, burst into my room.

“What’s going on?” I asked him.

“I’m knocking on my mom’s door, then running away before she can see me there,” he answered.

“Ah,” I said.  “That game.  When I was a kid they used to call it n–”  I stopped myself abruptly.

“Man, I had a messed up childhood,” I announced to no one in particular.

I’m Literally Having Some Windows Replaced On My Home

February 2, 2017

Today my house is getting a windows upgrade.

Insert your own computer joke here if you like, maybe you can actually come up with a worthwhile one.  I certainly couldn’t.

But even though I couldn’t come up with a joke good enough (or bad enough) to mark the occasion, it did occur to me that 30-some years ago there wouldn’t have been a joke to make at all.

In Other Words, Yesterday I Bought A Magazine

January 27, 2014

You know you’ve adapted to the digital age when you find yourself thinking, “You know, I could get all that information online for free, but that would take a lot of time, and that’s actually a pretty reasonable offline compilation fee . . .”

A Classic Mistake Revisited

December 16, 2013

The other day I overheard someone listening to some music, and the music was low enough that I couldn’t quite place what they were listening to, but it sounded familiar.  Since I knew this person, I asked her what the song was, because something about it vaguely reminded me of Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy.

She “favored” me with one of those looks that she herself is probably a good five to ten years away from ever seeing directed her way by someone younger (but she will someday, oh yes, she will), and said, “It’s Christina Aguilera . . . obviously!”

“Obvious to you, maybe,” I chuckled.  “But to me, Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy, is the obvious one.”

(I didn’t have the heart to tell her that once she named the singer, I did happen to  recognize the song as Candyman, and that meant she was considering a pop song more than five years old as “obviously” recognizable.  In this day and age, she’s got a rude shock ahead of her, and it might not even take five years to reach her.)

Things Change, Things Stay The Same

August 21, 2013

It doesn’t happen every day, of course, but every once in a while, I see something that reminds just how interesting I find these current times.

Yesterday, for instance, I was stopped at a stop light near an elementary school right after school had let out.  Naturally, this meant hordes of children and their parents crossing the street in front of me, all under the protective gaze of a dedicated crossing guard.  While the clothing has varied over the years, the essential scene remains unchanged, that of a parent holding their young child’s hand as they cross the street, all the while the parent is patiently listening as their child prattles on about their day and/or how glad they are school is over.

Nothing brought this home to me more than watching one mother and son in particular.  She was clearly an active and busy young mother, as pleased to see her son as he was to see her, and relishing this small happy time they were getting to spend together.  You could have dressed them up in any number of costumes and the scene would have been the same, and for the purposes of the scene, it would have looked just as normal to see her dressed up as June Cleaver as what she was wearing, which were comfortable shoes and sweat pants, and a functional gray tank top.  Sometimes only the costumes change.

Mind you, I don’t think June had a tattoo on her upper arm with a skull and dagger motif like this mother did, but you know what?  It didn’t change the scene for me in the slightest, and who knows?

Maybe you just couldn’t see June’s tattoo for the dress she was wearing.

Which Would Have Begun With, “I Don’t Care!”

March 8, 2013

Ah, how times have changed.

The other day I was gearing up to get L. ready to go out, and, since she was standing near the door already, I asked Lala if she would check what the temperature was like outside.

In response she pulled out her phone.

“Did you just pull out your phone rather than open the door and actually, you know, check outside?” I asked.

Her reply began with, “I have this great app, you see . . .”

To be honest, I sort of tuned out the rest of that to better refrain from my reply.