Who said it could be August already?
No one asked MY permission!
I’m astounded at the speed with which
this summer is passing. It seems like it was just a week or so ago
that I was getting ready for Loraine's parents to visit over the
Memorial Day weekend; it seems like it was just a couple of days ago
that I was sitting on the street watching the Marquette Fourth of
July parades. Now, it’s August. By the time I wake up tomorrow
(or so it’ll seem) kids’ll be back in school, I’ll be back from
Europe, and Labor Day will have come and gone. Then, we have nothing
but falling leaves, cold temperatures, and 7 straight months of snow
staring us in the face.
Can’t anyone do anything about that?
Please?
8-)
The more ancient I get, the more I’m
amazed by how much “older people” actually knew when I was a kid.
They’d tell me things like, oh, time speeds up the older you get,
but I didn’t listen. I didn’t think it mattered. After all,
they were “older people’. What did they know, right?
As it turns out, quite a bit. Now, I
find myself trying to pass wisdom along to my nieces. But I always
add this caveat—I always tell them that they’re not gonna believe
me when I tell them something now, but in 10 or 20 or 30 years, they
may find remember some obscure fact or piece of wisdom that crazy old
uncle Jim passed along and realize that maybe, just maybe, he knew
what he was talking about.
After all, I never believed what I was
told until I actually got old myself.
So, anyway, where were we? Oh yeah. .
.the fact that that it’s August already. Can anyone please make
the summer slow down, even if just a little? Please?? I’ll give
you a lollipop and a puppy if you can. Really, I will!!
Thanks in advance,
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