Is it really Wednesday?

Where did the week go? For that matter, where did the year go? Next it will be Christmas. Seems like it was just yesterday. For all you young ones out there, the older you get, the faster the years pass. So enjoy the ones you have now and don't wish them away.

I used to wish it was a different time. Like "I wish Christmas would hurry", "I wish the weekend would get here", " I wish I could retire". Well a wise older woman told me not to wish my life away. She was probably in her 90s and she lived to 100, almost 101. I was at her 100th birthday, and she was enjoying every minute of it. The next year I was at her funeral.

She was wise. I am now looking at the front side of retirement age, and the years are just flying by. I blink my eyes and a month is over. I have often wondered what causes it to seem to get faster. Is it because I move slower and it takes me twice as long to do the same things I once did in half the time? Is it because the days are more precious the closer I get to the end of my life? Is it because I have found more interests that occupy my time?

Younger people these days often say they are bored. I haven't been bored for quite some time now if ever. Even as a child I stayed busy. I loved to read. I collected and read everything about movie stars. I played with paper dolls, jacks, pick up sticks, modeling clay, and played "jeeps" with my two brothers. We stayed busy for hours.

TV back then was only a couple of stations; I don't think there was cable tv. Our tv was black and white and more snowy than clear. But when I watched it, it was the most wonderful thing. There was always a radio going in our house with country music.

There was almost always something on the stove cooking (a pot of beans or a pot roast cooking until it caramelized) or cinnamon rolls, yeast buns, or cookies baking. And sometimes even homemade fudge. We liked the fudge to fail (not set up) as we got to eat it as "spoon candy". Just yummy. My mom was a "from scratch" cook, so nothing was guaranteed to turn out just right every time. I didn't know how to cook that way so had to learn at school. I still cook from a recipe.

I miss those days. It was so comforting and safe. I knew there would be someone there when I came home from school. My mom didn't even drive. She was always there. We never had to come home to an empty house. We didn't have much else, but I think safety and comfort is so important.

So I grew up with the ability to entertain myself and not have to have constant playmates or electronics to keep me entertained. And if I didn't have something, I just pretended like I did, or I made it from the modeling clay.

All in all, there is not one day of my past that I would want to revisit. Not if I had to go thru some of the stuff I went thru afterward. Once was enough for the bad or hard times. Instead I feel so fortunate to have special memories to look back on. And I have no children to bore with the "olden days" memories so I guess you are elected.