A Long Time Gone

I took a little time away from this blog over the Summer. It isn't that I was busy, although in some ways, I was. I left a job, had some down time, started a new one, and dealt with life's little fastballs. I'm getting better at ducking. I'm working on bobbing and weaving next...stop, drop and roll is the advanced class...maybe by Christmas.

But I digress..I thought it was time to come back, add a few thoughts, and revisit my old ones. I've been taking some personal inventory lately. Summer days poke at my memories with a very sharp stick, and this Summer more than usual. I turned 47 last month. 47 is dangerously close to 50...a number which freaks me out just typing it...my 30 year High School reunion is coming up next year. I'd like to know when this happened to me...when did I become middle aged? There has been some mistake, clearly. Not only is the number of years wrong, but someone has dyed my roots gray. I do not find this the least bit amusing. And the theft in the night of the elasticity in my skin has me downright pissed off. Don't even get me started on my boobs. Well,since you brought it up..you know the week-old, forgotten, deflated balloons thumbtacked to telephone poles showing you where the birthday party was? Yea...my party's over, too...
Time has kept moving all Summer, having caught me up in its current, and carried me off, kicking and screaming, towards Winter. Life has done the same thing...Spring is over. Summer is fading. Autumn is dropping its colorful curtain all around me. I will look around soon, and it will be Winter. I will look back over the fleeting year that was my life in God's datebook, and wonder, like I am doing today, where it all went.