This Friday starts the last weekend of July 2016. Since it was just Memorial Day like a week and a half ago, I’m a little concerned at how quickly we zoomed through June, skipped right past Independence Day and when many of us go back to work on Monday, it’s already August.
I’ve started seeing those “get the kids ready for back to school” TV and print ads that ruin, I suspect, every school child in America’s summer vacation. But as much has I’d like to feel sorry for them, it’s self-pity for the most part right now.
I was really looking forward to this summer not that I had any plans (I never do). I’ve become in my dotage, a huge fan of savoring the moment and then, in hindsight, becoming increasingly nervous when it’s passed me by.
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Human nature, maybe. Anticipation and regret? A little of both, though, sadly, not always in equal measure. Hakuna Matata. Probably a good rule to live by. Hasta la Vista. Something to be hoped for. Fifty-Four Forty or Fight. Made possible by a grant from the Conestoga ("Westward Ho!") Corporation.
But it doesn’t change the calendar. There it is looming less than twenty-four hours away, Friday, July 29, 2016. The only one we’ll ever have. You can be a horn or you can be a light. But be something, to the fullest measure. Starting in this moment.
But it doesn’t change the calendar. There it is looming less than twenty-four hours away, Friday, July 29, 2016. The only one we’ll ever have. You can be a horn or you can be a light. But be something, to the fullest measure. Starting in this moment.
-bill kenny
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