Where Has The Time Gone?

How silly of us to wish it away when later on in life we try and put the brakes on it.

It felt like only yesterday that the schools shut for the long summer holidays. Two months of blissful nothings for the kids has shrunk to a week. Yes, September is around the corner. Shops are filled with writing paraphernalia of all sorts, pens that are so colourful as to take the sting out of school.

Let's face it, the only ones rubbing their hands in glee are parents, stretched to the limit dreaming up ways to staff of their offspring's boredom. If only they'd discover reading and the endless adventures encountered with it. I live in hope!

As for us grown ups ( sounds better than adults ) it is frightening how quickly one Sunday rolls onto the next. Monday mornings drag on endlessly but before we know it, Friday evening, hamburger night for us, is here. Don't let me get started on the unseemly hasty sprint acquired by Saturday and Sunday...

Bob was perusing our high school yearbooks ( alas, mine predates his by a few years! ) and reading up captions penned by our younger selves. We were invincible in thoughts until we encountered reality sometime down the line. Like it should be. Life is never linear never boring. Decades melt into momentary memories and days are imprinted on us forever. Each generation lives through a moment in time which we'll recall with clarity years down the line...Princess Diana's death being part of mine.

Biggi

" The right time is any time as one is still so lucky as to have. "
Henry James ( 1843-1916)

" ' What do ties matter, Jeeves, at a time like this? '
There is no time, sir, at which ties do not matter.' "
P.G. Wodehouse ( 1881-1975 )

" Every moment has its pleasures and its hope. "
Jane Austen, Mansfield Park ( 1775-1817 )