I am feeling unspeakably old. No, no, it’s not because of the elf costume that I’m wearing at work these days, though it is work related.
One of the men working in operations came up to me at work last night and said, “Does the phrase, ‘It happened in Narnia,’ mean anything to you?”
I hedged my bets and said, “It might…” because all I could think of was that someone had told him about the white spandex suit I used to have to wear in a production of the show.
The he said, “Do you remember little K— P—?”
My jaw dropped. Really. That’s not a metaphor. When I had last seen him, he had been twelve or thirteen years old playing Edmund. Now, I know that people age and realistically, I recognize that it has been 13 years or so since we worked together, but– but… he was twelve and now he’s an adult peer.
Yes, as a teacher I know that feeling well. I’ve only been in this district ten years, and my first students have graduated. My former students in Seattle also keep in touch with me. That is really hard. My body is falling apart, but I’m still young!!!!! Really!!!!
Yes, exactly.
You may feel old, but you still look — wait for it — *sprite-ly*!
[insert groan here] 😛
::groan::
I take it the spandex was, shall we say, memoriable?
Sorry – please don’t have Mr. K. beat me up 😉
Listen, earlier this year my son played Edmund. Feel as old as you want, honey, I got you beat.