Day 22160

Good morning! Today is my youngest son’s 24^th birthday. I’m not sure what makes me feel older; that I remember clearly the day he was born or that I remember very clearly when I was 24 years old, which was 36 years ago.

I’ve been thinking a lot about when I was younger, mostly because I’ve been working on a book in which the theme is coming to terms with our younger selves as an older person. This also is the theme of the movie “Anemone,” starring Daniel Day-Lewis and Sean Bean as brothers with a checkered past.

Robyn and I saw the movie this past Saturday. It’s an okay flick, but there is a lot of talking and emoting and Day-Lewis acting his guts out. That alone is worth the ticket price and earned two stars on “The Brutalist” scale. “The Brutalist” Scale comes from the movie “The Brutalist,” which earns a full five stars for being boring, colorless, self-important crap. I seriously want that 3-1/2 hours of my life back.

By contrast, the oldest son and I saw a re-release of “Spider-Man 2” on Sunday, which does not even appear on “The Brutalist” Scale. It is a bright, engaging movie with a heart of gold. How Rosemary Harris didn’t earn an Oscar for her work as Aunt May is beyond me.

Sorry, I got off track about birthdays and feeling older. I honestly didn’t have that much to say about it. I enjoyed myself when I was 24 even though I didn’t realize that until I was in my 50s. It’s funny how we can take things so seriously as a young person when not even realizing what shit is heading our way as we travel through time.

Anyway, I hope my youngest has a great birthday. I made him a birthday pie last night, so I’ve done my part.