As the title states, I’ve said goodbye to 25 and hello to 26. That is, I turned 26 on Friday. 26. Twenty-six. Twenty-freaking-six. How did I get this old?1 I vividly recall brushing my hair in front of my bathroom mirror one morning when I was fifteen, a few weeks before my sixteenth birthday. For some reason, I was convinced, absolutely sure, that I would die before I turned sixteen. I’m not sure why — maybe it was because I was going through one hell of a rebellious phase (though, so was my mom, but that’s neither here nor there), complete with drugs, alcohol, and a handful of other dangerous activities. Maybe it was just because I’ve always had an inkling that I’d die young.2 Whatever the reason, I remember everything about that moment — the colour of the hair band I was putting in my hair, the sound of the complex maintenance people laughing outside our building, my mom’s voice complaining to my Aunt about something on the phone in the kitchen… it all seems like something that happened yesterday, not eleven freaking years ago.
TL;DR: I’m not really old, but I feel that way increasingly often. Boo.
In other non-news, I’m tinkering with a geocaching photoblog. It’s not really a project as such, but I tend to take photos of everything anyway, and I do love the idea of a photoblog, so it’s just kind of happening. I want to get a few more caches done before I put anything online, though. We’ve been having an unusual amount of rain lately, and I haven’t been able to do any hunting because of it. I could, of course, but the next few caches I plan to tackle are all in wooded areas that tend to become swamps after a good rainfall, so… no. I’d planned to hit a few caches yesterday (Saturday), but the day took a different turn when I first had to play tech support for an Aunt and was then basically kidnapped (adult-napped?) by my BFF.3
Where was I going with this? …Oh, right, geocaching, and my lack of it. It’s been raining lightly off and on all day today, but I trudged over to Heritage Park anyway, aiming to hit two caches (GCH94Q/”Critter Cache” and GCVHYV/final cache of the “Taylor Triad,” if you’re curious.) Both times, I knew where the cache was, roughly, but both caches are off the main trail — and completely swamped. I mean several-inches-of-water swamped. Given that I own neither hip boots nor waders, it was a solid no-go. I’d wanted to do both before the mosquitos took over the Heritage Park-WCCCD trails, but it looks like I’ll have to wait until we get some drier weather. Since weather is in the forecast for seven of the next ten days, and it usually takes the area a few days to dry out after the rain stops, it looks like it’ll be a week or two before I tackle any caches other than those of the PNG4 variety. Such is spring in Michigan.
Speaking of spring in Michigan, it’s interesting to see how different two spring seasons can be. Exactly three years ago today (1st May ’08) I took some photos along the same trails, and while not everything was in bloom, things were much further along: trees were greener, leaves were larger, and there was a sea of white trilliums and cutleaf toothwort, not to mention the apple blossoms, both white and pink (or cherry blossoms? I can never tell the difference unless I know for certain what the tree is). This year, things are barely green and swampy, though there are signs of progress here and there. Progress, though, is not enough to keep me from being just a bit bitter. I love rain and all, but I love green trees and flowers and grass more. I want spring, dammit, not winter with slightly warmer weather and some green spray paint on the ground. D:
Anyway, has spring actually sprung for anyone else? Anyone doing (or has done) anything for Beltane/May Day? I’ve had an interesting Beltane so far, but that’s another post entirely. Maybe tomorrow.
- I know I’m not actually old; I just feel it sometimes. In a culture obsessed with youth, how can I not? [↩]
- I still do. I don’t know why. [↩]
- And then I was kidnapped again and ended up at Denny’s at 2am, which is quite weird when not drunk, let me tell you. [↩]
- “Park and Grab” caches are those near parking areas, usually in city or suburban areas, that generally don’t involve much walking/hiking/etc. [↩]