Another precipice with one of my feet still dangling in September, toe barely hovering over the line as October draws near. Who’s messing with the time clock? “You, yes you! Stand still laddy!” (Pink Floyd)
How often do we old people lament the swift passage of time? And yet if you’re no younger than a high school senior, you know exactly what I’m talking about. That’s where it all started, you know. You remember, right? Someone warns you that your high school years are going to fly by, and you think, “yeah, right.”. But they really do zip-zip don’t they? One minute you’re a lowly ” frosh” and the next, you’re a senior lording it over the whole school.
Or how about the college years? When I was twenty one and finishing out my senior year, I remember walking through the desert campus of the University of Arizona and actually thinking “baby-faced freshmen” as they walked by in their very obvious way of being in the world. They really were you know, kids, fresh off the bus.
So it progresses, and you might have children and are warned how quickly the years will go by. Well let me tell you, I’m here to attest to that truth. I, who not that many years ago thought turning thirty was a prerequisite to old age, now have a daughter who will be thirty next year!!!! Wh-what??? Damn.
Jana Marie just got married in August. I couldn’t be happier for her and her husband. He’s awesome. Next up is Angela Marie, my sweet niece, who will be marrying in Maui in ten days! Little baby Angela who was quite the baby back-washing guzzler of Tab – that starred glass bottle of the early eighties that her aunts fed her. She who would proudly pick up cigarette butts off the gravel driveway at her grandma & grandpa’s house. It’s a wonder she didn’t grow up nicotine addicted what from the remnants of tobacco oil on her little fingerlings back then. But she loved carrying her little bucket around and taking the butts away.
Who gave anyone permission to grow up? Did I mention that we’re standing on the precipice of October? Most of the world is already in it. We’re a little slow here in the Pacific Northwest. At any rate, someone keeps advancing the time clock of life, and watch out if I ever got a hold of the he, she or it responsible!