Day 245
How time flies when you’re having fun.
I just realized I am more than 2/3rds the way through my year of blogging … 8 months of writing. Seriously … how can that be?
I heard that the other day marked the one year anniversary of Steve Jobs’ passing. If someone had stopped me on the street and offered me a million dollars, earlier that day, to tell them how long it had been … I would have thought about it for a few seconds and replied, very assuredly, that it had only been a few months.
How did I lose that year?
Time flies … whether you’re having fun or not! It just goes.
The seasons go faster (I do not recall Spring or Summer this year) … months fly by (did we skip September?) and years peel away (weren’t we just readying for the Y2K bug?).
In any case … it’s been 245 days of writing this blog … 245 hours of sitting (usually) at this desk and seeing what flows out of my fingers.
I usually sit down without any idea of what will I’m about to write about. Some days something happens and I know I’ll write about it later … but for the most part, these writings are spontaneous and unplanned and I sit and they just sort of happen.
And I guess, sometimes that is a good thing … and sometimes not. Like when I sit here and think the doorknob is more interesting, at the moment, than I am. On more than one occasion I have thought that. And, as far as I know, it’s been true!
Today was cold. Again, not the snowy cold of Denver’s day, but the gray,windy, bone-chilling damp cold that the midwest experiences when the temperatures drop and the sun hides all day.
I sat in my family room last night and felt the breezes blowing from around the windows … making me realize that a couple of tubes of caulking were, very likely, something I’d be holding onto in the very near future. Like tomorrow.
Tonight, to take the chill off, I decided to make a pot roast. I’m not a cook. Every once in a while I stumble upon a dish of brilliance … a really good lasagna, a fantastic pot of potato soup, a marinara sauce so good I’ve been known to sip it (yes I have!). Tonight’s pot roast, if this were the Miss America pageant, would get 4th runner-up status! I will use the fragrant rosemary, thyme and red wine beef stock for onion soup later in the week. And freeze small portions of the roast and roasted carrots, onions and potatoes for the week after. I did good. And my house smells amazing … like comfort and warmth and HOME.
And here I am … at home. My new home. It’s been 5 months since moving and I honestly can’t tell you where they went. It doesn’t feel like 5 months … but I can’t exactly tell you how long it feels like, either. Does it feel like 2 years or 2 months? I’m just not sure. I feel like I’ve been packing and unpacking and organizing and purging and fixing and painting and digging and whatnot for a long time … and yet, at the same time, time stood still.
In any case … I lost it. It flew. And before you know it I’ll be saying I’m on day 365. Time flies.