And the days go by…

Every year I find myself marveling at how time flies… how each year seems to go faster than the last. Does it continue to get faster as you age, or do you reach a point in your 60s or 70s or 80s when time again slows down to the speed of your childhood? At what point do you stop and “smell the roses,” as the saying goes? At what point is there time to do this?

My boss was out of town all last week at a conference, and I was looking forward to a week at my own pace, by my own schedule. However, the other job required even more hours than my normal job, so my free week was spent with my nose to the grind 10-12 hours a day. The paycheck makes it worth it, but I can’t remember when I’ve had a weekday to myself, to do whatever I want.

So, today I asked my boss for the next two days off… and I plan to spend these days with my almost 1-year-old niece, who just moved to Wisconsin last night (yay!). And I plan to spend some time playing with my 3-week-old filly, because damn she’s just about as perfect as can be. And I plan to spend some time in my garden, probably with a garden book that shows me what the plants I’m growing look like so I don’t pull them out with the weeds engulfing them. And I plan to spend some time with my BFF because she’s bound to pop that baby out any day now. And I plan to relax. And breathe. And smell the roses. And will the days to crawl by as slowly as they possibly can. Because I can’t imagine them any more perfect than they are right now.

Oh, by the way, have you ever seen a more perfect filly?