For example, it’s already almost August. The summer is half over. Really? Doesn’t seem possible. More telling, I have a daughter who will be 40 (don’t tell her I wrote that) in a few days. Really? I’m not even 40, and she is? Not possible.
All that is a function of the clock, I'm sure, moving faster than it used to.
How many times have you heard, or said, “How did THAT happen?” referring to time gone by? How many times have you heard or said, “You’re getting married? Why, I remember when you were learning how to walk?” Or, “you’re going to be a parent?”
Maybe that’s the one I’m a little stuck on these days. Not only is the summer nearly over (notice how it already has moved from, at the beginning of this post, being “half over” and already it is “nearly over?” That’s how fast time is moving, my friends!). Bbut my daughter turning 40 is getting more real by the day. Hey, don’t get me wrong. She is young, vibrant and, if I do say so myself (but others say it too), she is beautiful. But 40?? Not that that is old, mind you. Because, after all, if 40 is old, what the hell am I??
So, the last few minutes moved so quickly that this post is about over. And so is summer.