Time Is Passing Me By

When I was a kid, people told me that the years would go by faster as I got older. Of course, as a kid, I didn’t believe them. After all, a year was forever. Now that I’m “older”, the days, weeks, months and yes years, seem to be chugging right on by.

It’s hard to believe that Christmas is nearly here. It seems like we just celebrated Easter. I have no idea what happened to St. Patrick’s Day, Memorial Day, 4th of July, Labor Day, or even Thanksgiving.

Does this mean that I’m getting old? I know some people who say I’m older than dirt, but I don’t feel that old; at least most of the time I don’t. First thing in the morning when I have to drag my butt out of bed at 5:30 I’m not so sure.

I’m looking forward to Christmas only because my #1 brat and his family will be there. It would be so much better if #2 brat and her sweet little girl were going to be home too, but I’ll be happy for what I have.

Another sign that I’m aging is that I don’t really care if I get gifts for Christmas. My dear Jimbob always buys me jewelry because he can’t think of anything else. I’ve tried to gently hint to him to save his money this year. I’d be happy with a fuzzy steering wheel cover for my new car. I hate the feel of the cold plastic on my hands.

And next thing you know it will be New Year’s day and the Super Bowl and it’ll start all over again.