“You can’t change the past, but you can ruin the present by worrying about the future”
Hey kid, wanna buy some time?
If only I could bottle up some time and sell it, I’d be a content, fat and happy gazillionaire. Yes, time sucks. It passes way too quickly, you can never get it back, and many days you find yourself pining for the good ol’ days — at least I know I do.
This month feels like some mischievous little imp has been pushing the fast-forward via remote control. A week’s vacation at the beach zipped by before you could say crabcake, and it seems like I just checked the calendar for our pre-vacation countdown, and VOILA! now it’s all just a memory.
(ITALIAN LESSON: How time flies = come vola il tempo!)
On a much deeper level, my Nan (whom I’ve written about several times) is now also a sweet memory. Even 92 years can go by in a blink of an eye. So many memories … my mouth still waters at the mere thought of Nan’s “famous” peanut butter and jelly sandwiches she made when I was a kid. Every summer I’d camp out at Nan’s for a week to spend time with my cousin Jimmy to swim in the lake, talk about boys and girls we liked and smoke ciggies. Well, we barely inhaled – it was more about two punky kids pretending to smoke. We’d nosh on Nan’s Ayds Reducing Plan chocolates after our smokes, thinking that would take the stink away. Yeah, not a care in the world — boy, those were the days.
Nan, you were a sweetheart with a heaping side of sass! Damn, it was just a month or so ago you were threatening to stab a certain pain-in-the-ass with your ginsu! Rest in Peace Olga, you’ll be missed.
Enjoy each moment, and head to the madness home here: www.MadnessMomandMe.com