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Granny Snowbird

There have been moments when I realized that I am getting old.

Like the time I walked into a club and thought it must be underage night only to find that everyone was in their early twenties.

Or like the time I walked past a group of ladies in Leeds on a hen night and 'tsk tsked' them at being out in next to nothing on a cold evening.

There was also the time I decided to stop watching all sports as I didn't like the fact all the atheletes were now all younger than me.

And now, we come to last night.

I picked D up from his new job - feeling quite 'wifey' with my matching hat and gloves and red Subaru with a kid seat in the back.

The first thing he said as he jumped in the car:

"What are you listening to?"

"CBC Talk Radio"

"Oh, you want to put on a shawl and fly down to Florida for your retirement too?"

I love him because he's dry and deadpan and makes me accountable for my decisions.

I had to shake my head because I suddenly realized I was going to start defending why I was listening to talk radio.

It wasn't because I had had a lapse in good judgement. I really WAS enjoying talk radio. I found it was giving me creative ideas.

Lately, I've been in need of some inspiration. You know, the ups and downs of creativity. And so, when I was in the car a couple of days earlier, someone had left it on CBC Talk radio. I started listening, with the same type of attitude D had about it.

And then, I was kinda hooked. I liked the sound of someone's voice. It felt like I was learning. It felt like I was in school. I felt like I wasn't just wasting my time driving around doing errands but that I was maximizing the amount I could learn in a day.

It felt good.

And so I responded to D:

"I like talk radio"

"Since when?"

"Since today"

He smiled and shook his head.

"Okay"

And that was it.

So now I'm hooked. As long as they keep Dr. Laura away from me.

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