I've been in a nostalgic mood all day today. Part of it was probably a result of work avoidance, since I was working myself through a particularly difficult book on constitutional law today.
First, I took to reading Calvin & Hobbes during my breaks. I forgot how much I love those comics. And there's something really calming and home-like about it, reminding me of taking the books out of the library for Mom to read to Michael at bedtime, reminding me of my brother and me tracing the spikes of Calvin's hair and the stripes of his shirts.
And then I found myself rummaging through my tape collection. First, it was the West Side Story soundtrack. Then, suddenly I was going through the mix tapes that Ky and others made me. Reading through the funny little inside jokes in the liners. Getting excited about the music that I used to play over and over as a teenager.
Now, I'm listening to a Cranberries mix tape that Ky made me in our early 20s. In my mind, I'm at the townhouse that she, Bronwyn and Shannon rented. Taking midnight runs to Subway, cramming for medieval history finals, and laughing about the tape that Ky's Linguistics prof made of himself making different vowel sounds.
Lately, I've been talking with a bunch of old high school friends, thanks to Facebook. Everyone's grown up, somehow. They all have big people jobs and many of them have kids. What has happened to the kids that I knew? How is time going by so quickly now? I was talking with a good friend of mine, a friend that I've kept in better contact than others, and we realised that it's coming up two years since the last time I saw her. How did that happen?
Okay. Back to earth; I have to get back to reading Jack Granatstein's Canada's War. And I'd better switch to folk music.
(This is my 900th post. I also can't fathom that.)