March 30th, 2011

Just so many

It won't be long before I am 55 and if I fall into the standard actuarial realm, then well over half my life has passed.

The older I get, the less I care that it snows at the end of March. Simply, I love that I am here to experience it. I used to feel like I could hardly wait for the weekends, and now it feels like a vacation on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. On those days, I am home around 5:30pm and have a whole evening. Even on Tuesday and Thursday, I get home around 9:00pm and have some time to do a few fun things.

"But there are just so many summers
And just so many springs"

And besides, the best part of summer was always the dismissal bell at school on the last day of the year.