Last month, my son’s cub scout troop visited a local library for a “Go See It” task. A librarian read the boys a couple of books and then gave them a tour of the building.
One of the final stops was the archive room, where there were local artifacts and books. In the corner of the room was a card catalog. In the archive room. I have never felt so quickly propelled toward old age.
At last night’s cub scout meeting, we talked about the food pyramid. Now, if you’re old enough to have used a card catalog, you also know that this is not the food pyramid with which we grew up. The government went and complicated the heck out of it. Imagine that.
This is the new one…
I’m pretty sure all of this is unnecessary. Why do we have to go and screw up a good thing? Also, get off my lawn!
Luckily, the other parents at the meeting also had one foot in the grave and when it was time for us to create our own food pyramid, we created something like this…
I was feeling pretty good about it. Making it old school for us old folks, and all. Until suddenly my son asked, “Mom, I know you know what the bottom squares are, but do you know what exercise is?”
Clearly, I need to accept the fact that there will always be change and that the things I grew up with are now relics. I also need to accept the fact that it’s time to get back on the treadmill.