New is old

In a rare paradoxy, new has become old to me. In that I have had my fill (for now) of new people, places, and things. Give me tried and true. Give me the usual. Give me traditional. Give me the old standby. Yes, amen. Are you a familiar face? Come talk to me. Are you an old friend? Splendid. Have I known you long enough to milestone any recurring season or time period that enables me to complete the phrase "the last time we did this ..."? Hallelujah. Nostalgia is my current passion. So I am marking any repetition, pattern, familiarity. The fact that my friend's one year old son stopped fussing when I arrived to today's Memorial Day picnic (ah, memory) recognizing me was enough to stem the tide of uneasiness I was feeling about sharing time with friends among acquaintances. Thanks, kiddo.

Shout out to Meredith for prompting this update. Co-sponsored by Mountain Dew for luring me into caffienating. Just kidding. I take full responsibility for being awake five hours before I need to go open the pool.