It's not the 50s anymore, Frank. The kids aren't bopping anymore.

I am surely due for an update. If only I had interesting things to tell you, but mostly it’s me just keeping my head above water.

To wit: yesterday I asked TF, offhandedly, that if he happens upon my glasses let me know because I can’t find them. He, of course, asks when I last had them. “I know I had them,” I say, “when I went to the theater with T.”

“That was two weeks ago! And you just now thought to bring it up to me?”

“Well,” I say, “I figured I’d come across them. But I’ve looked and now they’re really lost.”

TF just starts laughing. Uncontrollably. What could possibly be so funny about my losing my glasses and having to ask the professor to make the font bigger on the projection screen because I couldn’t read it?

“It’s just so you,” he says. “You just bop around your life and just happen to bump into the things you need as you go.”

This, I humph, is Not. True. What does he mean “bop around”? What is this “bumping into things”? I do none of this. None of this, I say!

And then: today.

My mom asks me, inexplicably, for my passport number. As I am getting it, I realize that my passport expires in May. Not in May 2009, like I thought, but May as in four months for now. I leave for Australia in a little more than a month. I decide to check up on the little rumor I heard that to enter Australia, your passport must expire at least six months after you return. Oh, of course it does. Of course.

I have bumped and bopped my way into realizing I need to renew my passport in the nick of time. I’ve also bopped my way into a $60 expedite fee. Sigh.

And I still can’t find my glasses.