You know you're old when....

There's a report on the 6:00 p.m. news that your high school (collegiate designation) is being torn down to create a multi-use development: a newly-designed high school, a community hub, and a licensed child-care centre. So, naturally, I'm sad and overwhelmed with so many memories: performances with the orchestra and competing in the annual Shakespearean finals, playing the piano for the fashion shows, all in the auditorium. And, then, the naughty stuff: running the music homeroom (actually a small teachers' lounge) where we weren't allowed to eat. So, naturally, I would make runs to the pizza joint across the street at lunch and we'd eat lots of pickles, with the empty jars lining the high windows! Lots more that I daren't write about (even though it's probably very tame by today's standards). Also the place where I was honoured with a special prize upon graduation, awarded to the "ambassador" of the graduating class. [Though I do prefer a more regal title, ambassador is also acceptable!] I also feel incredibly lucky that I attended when H.S. was a 5-year program in the province, allowing us the luxury to specialize in our final year. Oh, definitely the good old days. Sigh. I think I'll e-mail my childhood friend Danny tomorrow.

Another reason to feel old: having to wake up to the alarm at 6:00 (even worse, in the middle of a weird dream) just so I could book my trips for next Thursday. Which is looking to be dreadful as winter is going to start kicking our butts apparently from tonight on. I may have to start wearing boots. See me pout.

Anyway, this old person needs to have a hot-lemon drink to counter some congestion (possibly caused by drinking alcoholic apple cider mixed with dark ginger ale). And then sleep would be a very lovely and healing move.