This Is This

I am 33 and I am happy with that. But I notice my tastes changing as I get older. Much as I swore I’d never become my parents, I have a bit. Just as your folks live on in you when they die, you grow closer to them as you get older.

So to celebrate that, here are some things I like now that I didn’t care for 10 years ago:

Wine
Family history
Cheese (not your soft white ones that you spread on crackers, I’m talking crumbly peppery ones with blue bits in - gorgonzola, stilton, dolcelatte, bresse, goat)
Gardening (not just a cactus on the window ledge, I mean propogation and repotting and hardening off)
Folk music
Walking

I’m also aware of back pain and grey hair for the first time in my life. And when I forget stuff stuff I think it’s a senior moment. It’s comforting that I can write off my own stupidity to genetics. Not that either of my parents were senile. But it could happen, OK?

Now where did I put that “Publish” button?

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