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8:41 a.m. - 2024-03-15 Twin digits. 22 years ago today. (Elevens are elegant like that...) What to make of the youth in this snapshot? Do I recognize, resent, or relate to his breezy insouciance now? And how true is the line that connects these oh-so-distant time dots? ~ ~ ~ I mentioned Matryoshka Dolls-as-metaphor a few entries back..perhaps they apply here as well, re: me and my younger self. We tend to consider the child as contained w/in the adult, and it's easy to imagine an 11 year-old Ernst nested within the young man of 22...or to picture my 22, 33, and 44 year-old selves grown 'round that child like the rings of a tree.1 But I feel like I've been shrinking the past few years. “Shedding old skins” would put a positive spin on it, but that implies some sort of rebirth, whereas I just feel...smaller? Whatever, metaphors have their limits. And while this one doesn't tie everything up w/a neat birthday bow, it did give pause for reflection.Installed a new pool pump at the big house, so all systems are go for a hot-tub party/badminton tourney tonight at the ranch. There should be cake and antics and such...you're all invited, of course.2 ~ ~ ~ 1 “It's my birthday, I'll mix metaphors if I want to”, he huffed, adjusting his tiara. 2 Even you, Toejam.
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