This is a completely unrelated photo to let you know that it was Saskatchewan Mining Week last week. You'd think they would have thrown a party or something.
I am not just testing the waters of middle age anymore. I am not just fussing internally over something as arbitrary as the looming milestone of The Big Four-Oh that's going to hit in less than three years.
I AM NOW OFFICIALLY FROM A DIFFERENT ERA.
I was talking to someone recently about how long it took to wait in line for something, and, to make a point of how boring this completely mundane thing was, I sighed and made the gesture of looking at a non-existent watch on my wrist.
The person I was talking to was under 25, and she initially looked at my gesture with mild confusion before nodding when she figured out what I was doing.
"I was just checking my pretend watch," I clarified.
"Yeah, I figured that out. I thought your wrist was dirty at first," she said.
The wrist-glance used to be the universal sign for This Sure Is Taking A Long Time, but she had to stop to figure out whether I was a mime or had dirty wrists.
It hit me that almost no one under 35 wears a watch anymore. Our cellphones are our timepieces. Hell, not even I wear a watch anymore, and I used to sell them for a living before all this new-fangled technology took hold.
<kidding>Now where did I put my dentures again?</kidding>
I felt like my grandparents must have felt the first time they realized they were talking to someone who had grown up with electric lights.
NO, MY WRIST ISN'T DIRTY, LITTLE MISSY. I WAS JUST PRETENDING TO CHECK MY CHRONOMETER.