Took some stuff to the dump yesterday because it’s open late Thursdays, until seven in the evening. Got home late from work because traffic was heavy, loaded up the old Dobl
This reminds me of a poem (Men At Forty) and a story (Once More to the Lake) all at once. “Once More to the Swings” you can call it when it gets published.
Sigh, Which is why I spend alot of time with my granddaughter, and we do things, like swing on the swings at the park, together. This time around, I don’t look at my watch like I did with her father and aunts. It goes so fast and, when you get down to it, these moments are the treasures of this life.
Too soon old, too late smart…
sigh – similar thing here.
I threw away photo albums for the first time of my life.
This is really fine.
You never know when a lot of times are the last times.
This reminds me of a poem (Men At Forty) and a story (Once More to the Lake) all at once. “Once More to the Swings” you can call it when it gets published.
Sigh, Which is why I spend alot of time with my granddaughter, and we do things, like swing on the swings at the park, together. This time around, I don’t look at my watch like I did with her father and aunts. It goes so fast and, when you get down to it, these moments are the treasures of this life.
Too soon old, too late smart…