Getting old is new

And a lot like david sedaris

I wrote a while ago about a conundrum I had.

I tried listen to david sedaris read his stories. This was not fun. I had to stop.

His voice hurt me.

I liked the idea of liking david sedaris. I did not like the sound of davide sedaris.

I told another writer friend about this.

She suggested that david sedaris was a bit of an acquired taste.

As a lover of both olives and oysters, I’m a fan of acquiring tastes.

Today, I’m happy to report, I have successfully enjoyed david sedaris.

I took a bath and heard him on a podcast. He was charming and funny - so much so that I bought his best on Audible. It’s funny. Well written. Absolutely brilliant. His voice has grown on me.

And?

(he’s pretty damn intimidating)¹

And, I’ve acquired a taste for it.

The aches of aging have been a bit like the voice of david sedaris.

They have hurt me.

This ‘getting old stuff’ is new to me.

Completely alien.

When I was twenty two?

I couldn’t imagine being over forty.

I couldn’t fathom that there would be anything good about being middl…