Watching a couple episodes of “Where Are They Now?” on the Oprah Winfrey Network, I think of how in the heck did Micky Dolenz from The Monkees get to be looking like an old grandpa? Then it hits me that I’m not that far behind him. My childhood bestie was crazy about Micky. I can’t gage her response because I lost contact with her over twenty years ago. That happens when you live 3,000 miles from your old home, and you create a whole new life.
The Oprah Winfrey show wasn’t even part of the world when I left my home state back in the late 70’s. It sometimes feels like so many different lifetimes ago. Even my earlier years since moving to Oregon and raising a family seem so distant. Marc Summers was born in 1951?!? He looked much younger doing the “Double Dare Show” on Nickelodeon. My kids loved watching that show when they were little. And now Marc, like the rest of us over fifty-plus-people are showing our ages and wondering where the time went!
I picture the Buddhist concept that life is akin to being like a leaf in a stream: bumping along, course slightly diverted, sometimes almost drowning before submerging again into the light of the day and gliding along. Life is like that. You survive horrible things (for me, the deaths of my mother and father when I was newly sixteen and not quite twenty-one respectively), and yet you go on and gather strength. You never know what life has in store. It’s sad and sentimental looking back on things. Not only my memories, but now my kids generation and what was important to them. That too is very yesterday.
There was a Pin going around Pinterest not long ago that said “I think a decade ago refers to the 90’s”. That’s so true. I don’t think I’ve caught up yet to the fact that we’re fourteen years in to the new millennium. And maybe that’s all right.