“I don’t know what I was thinking when I wrote the chorus. This is in HD and everybody can see our faces. We are not very young.”
-Nate Ruess accepting the Grammy for Song of the Year for “We Are Young” (February 10, 2013)
A few weeks ago, I went to Jason’s house to return some storytime stuff I’d borrowed from him, and we wound up listening to fun.’s Point and Light on vinyl, because Jason owns a record player and I don’t. Jason’s life has been intense lately, as has mine, so instead of, say, doing something useful while listening, we just sat on the living room floor staring out the front window.
“That tree’s budding,” I said.
“I think it’s later this year than last year,” Jason said.
“Everything is,” I said.
Then we resumed listening to Nate Ruess sing his sweet little heart out.
In July, it will be two years since I started my job at HPL, a job I still think of as new. When I started, Jason said, “I wonder how this is going to change you,” a thought I found alarming because even as I was deliberately making big changes in my life, I like to think of me changing things rather than things changing me.
But who knows? I don’t.
Last week, I went to WPL for a technology workshop. I got there early and walked on back into the staff area and stopped and spent some time looking at the children’s books waiting to be processed. That library is a home to me, though when I went to get Jason so we could go out to lunch, I realized that my office is starting to feel less mine.
It’s probably going to be another year or two before I start calling it Jason’s.
At Hank’s, Jason and I ate cheeseburgers and fries and talked and talked and talked like we always do. If either of us ever runs out of things to yammer on about, that would be a real change.