we're on the moon

i will stretch every day.
i will spend more time on the positive moments and less on the negative.
i will document something big.
i will have a piece of artwork hanging in SFO.


I don't have the slightest idea how long i've got on this earth.
some people have a really clear feeling (whether it's just a good attitude or the cards told them so, no matter) but they really can see an end.  often, it's fleshed out well into their 80's, in a certain rocking chair.
but me, i gotta admit, i never really imagined life going beyond 18.  i was 10 when my sister's were in high school.  and when i walked up to my sister's drama teacher, i'm not sure if we were even introduced, but i announced i'd be starring in his shows when i was 18!  i thought that was the epitome of life.  and it looked beautiful from where i was standing.

so, who knew? but i've made it waaaaaay past 18 and, every year, i've just always kinda been surprised i'm still here.   and each year i get older, i can't believe that it gets better. 

we took our 1st graders out today to tally-count people, for all different categories, in the neighborhood.  one of the categories was "old" and one was "young" (and yes, i put those quotes on the sheet.  i was trying to make a point * and a joke * to my 1st graders, majority of who would not get either thing in this case).  i told the kids they shouldn't point out and yell their catagory, but quietly whisper to their partner who would take the tally.
  
you know, you guys, don't point your finger and yell out "FEEEEEMALE!"  or "WHIIIITE!"
okay, okay, they said...

and then, at the first person we see,  O. yells out "OLD!" and this not really very old at all woman stopped and with a big smile asked, what're you keeping track of?  while leaning over and reading the category "old" and the category "young" and she laughingly (and rightfully!) asked, what's old? anyone over 6?

i had to laugh right along with her,  well,  yes.  yes it is.