The concept of “good old days” is a puzzlement. What stage of life doesn’t come with challenges? I don’t want to go through my early teens again – no way! And truth be told, the 1950s were not so great. My philosophy is that the best is yet to come.
Pomp and Circumstance just never gets old. The excitement just continues to grow as you try to find your graduate in a sea of caps and gowns, and the music crescendos right along with.
I have one vice that I am emphatic about, I have to be everywhere on time. And, not only on time, generally I always arrive early. If I have a court appearance or meeting, I almost always show up at least fifteen minutes early. If we have a flight, I am usually sitting at the gate at least an hour early.
As mom's day approached last weekend, my deck and patio below got cleaned and I began the redeployment of furniture, umbrellas, a fan and the electronic necessary to setup my outside office. The last act involved taking the external monitor and setting it on its stand. That occurred after visiting with mom last Sunday. I was able to use the space most of last week (not yesterday though.) I hope to enjoy more as the week begins. At right, I sits all covered to protect against the elements.
In the tapestry of time, threads silver and gold, Each strand is a story, each wrinkle a tale untold, Aging isn't a curse, but a gracious unfold, Of life lived in depth, in warmth, and in cold.
Days whisper softly, in sunsets of molten hue, Reminding us gently of things we once knew. Each dawn is a blessing, every twilight is too, Age is but stardust, our hearts remain true.
Last week we were entering a local nursery when my car was rear ended by an old beat up pickup truck.
A picture on the front page of Tuesday’s New York Times caught my eye. It was a room at the Friars Club.