“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
You may be content, you may be happy, and you may become a gazillionaire, but you will NEVER be fat.
May your Nana rest in peace–she sounds like quite the pip!
Oh, Lee, this is such a beautifully written post and such a wonderful tribute to your Nan. I am so sorry for your loss.
She sounded like a real card.
The type that makes life a laugh. I am sorry for your family’s loss
Thank you Andrew, Doreen and Denise for the comments – they are greatly appreciated. Yes, Nan was the sweetest woman, the kind who made 13 main dishes when we’d visit for breakfast – you know, Italians are not happy is you don’t eat and eat and eat.
But – if she was ticked with anyone (mainly my pain-in-the-ass cousins) the F-BOMB would shower down upon them like a hailstorm – gotta love it!
Love this one Lee! So sorry about your Nan, I know how that feels.
I know, who exactly is responsible for August flying by? I’d like to have a word with them. Your blog is awesome. It’s funny how some people can take a totally normal food, like a pb & j and make it better than anyone else in the ENTIRE WORLD.
Thanks so much Barbara.
– Also, why does every other salad taste soooo much better than your own?
Paula, Nan really did have a wicked PB&J
I love the visual of your summer trip to Gran’s. Sorry for your loss.
Thank you for your sweet reply Catherine! Time certainly flies, right?