24,000 Bacis

There are worse songs to have stuck in your head:

I am full of love at the moment. Some of this is because I’m healthy. Sounds small, but it’s so not. I wake up like most fifty-five year olds, a bit achy, maybe my back hurts or my heel or who knows what. But a bit of yoga and I’m feeling great again.

Last weekend, as well, I was able to do things like my younger self: a long ski tour, a nice half-day of climbing, today a bit of a bike ride. It’s tiring to do all of that, more so than before of course, but I’m so happy to still be able to do these things!

I hung out with a former student from my school last weekend as well, mostly because I really wanted her to meet my partner. They have many of the same interests (a full generation and a half separates them) but she’s just starting out as an agronomist interested in ecology. They met, and he got to meet this incredibly kind, smart young woman. We skied together the long ski tour and squatted a spare bedroom at her place, had a fondue dinner. It was really, super fun, and I didn’t worry about the generational difference at all. She’s my young friend. It’s nice to have one of those, especially one who is so full of energy and hope. It’s encouraging, in the face of so many horrible things going on in the world.

So I wish the whole world 24,000 kisses, and the image of a young, sexy Adriano Celentano to sing to them.