I can’t believe it’s already Labor Day. Back when I was young, I would laugh at old people (let me say older) when they would say “Oh, time passes by so quickly!” Now that I’m older, I no younger laugh at this. Yes, look what I’ve become.
Have you noticed that the days are already getting shorter? I don’t like shorter. I like longer.
Recently, I told a friend that some of my life now is spent looking back on the past. He told me the reason for this is because I have more of a past than I do a future—bring in the “older factor” again. I know what he’s saying is true, but I don’t like the fact that he thought it necessary to say it.
A lot of people grill out on Labor Day. An upstairs neighbor who moved out (actually he was evicted for not paying his rent) left his small grill downstairs close to my door. It’s been there for weeks now. I’m thinking about claiming it as my own, clean it up a bit and maybe use it from time to time. There’s an outside area here where there’s certainly enough room to do that.
Still thinking of Labor Day, I got word that my twin brother was very ill up in Seattle—Labor Day, 1994. This is the day when I always think of that. Actually I think of this on a lot of days.
I think I’m gonna take that grill and clean it up. I won’t cook out today; I’ll do it in the months ahead, maybe in the winter. When it comes to grilling out, I want to be known as a rebel.
I wonder when you get older if you tend to ramble on a bit. That’s probably the case here.
Enjoy your Labor Day. If you’re older like me, you may not have that many left. Thank you again, my friend, for reminding me of that.
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