We are well into September already, hurtling
toward winter, days noticeably shorter, mornings markedly darker,
afternoon light that distinctive deep gold. Summer, though that's
technically what this still is, seemed brief this year.
But then, time seems accelerated, my
sense of it is distorted.
And it's not just because I'm getting
older, as I learned in a conversation with a 20-something woman who
confided, “This year has flown by, at least for me, which is kind
of freaky, especially if it's the last. I've really blown a lot of
time if it's the last.”
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When you get old each day seems shorter because you have a longer frame of reference. When you're two day's day old, a day is half a lifetime. When your 60 years old that same day was just a tiny fraction of your life experience, so it seemed shorter.
Hi!
No. You are just getting older. LOL
The end is near! Live a life of pure Aloha or else.
Want to see time crawl like an arthritic turtle? Watch TV reality shows. Thirty minutes is like three years -- five, if you watch the commercials.
When science announces the apocalypse is nigh, I'm putting "Alaskan Loggers," "Toddler Beauty Pageant Moms" and "Louisiana Prison Lockup" on the DVD player, and will live to 170.
But will you enjoy it?
I'm with Dawson...and I won't be caring if I enjoy it or not, as my brain will be so pickled by the inane dialogue, etc. that ANYTHING will seem funny.
That's a very industrious garden spider on the west wall of the lanai, btw...it got plastered by a heavy rain last Monday and disappeared, only to reappear again the next morning, web just as it had been before the rain, etc. If only our human experience could be quite so resilient. ;-)
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