And it is.
I’m on the precipice of entering a new decade. Can you believe it? An entirely new decade. It’s a bit unreal. When I was a kid, my father bought me a dictionary. Best thing ever. I spent days and days reading the thing, looking up words and reveling in their origin…it was a pretty giddy time (I sincerely believe that, perhaps indirectly, the parents nurtured my journey and love of writing. I’m very thankful, even though the work has been few and far between these days). Anyway, I remember seeing the word decade. “Deca means 10,” I said to myself. “I’m 10. I’m a decade! I’m a decade years old!” I ran up to anyone that would listen, of course, excitedly informing them that I was a decade. It was such a fun, good feeling, mostly because it made me feel older and, I don’t know, important, even though I was a just a kid.
Well, a new decade looms. I look forward to it.
In other news, the high for today will be in the mid-50s. Sweet autumn. I’m wearing boots today. Woo hoo!
Time for the ipod. More later, I think.