“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