Our Internet is down so I’m writing this into my computer and will transfer it whenever out Internet is back up.
I think I'm coming down w/ a cold. I probably should've dressed warmer sitting out on the deck last night by the fire pit. Staying up until 2:00 a.m. probably didn't help either....."not as young as I used to be." That's a strange expression. None of us are ever as young as we used to be. In fact, I'm already older right now, this second, than I was when I first started this post ten seconds ago. Each second takes us that much closer to death. I'm starting to feel okay w/ that. If I died tomorrow, I'd feel that my time on Earth served some small purpose. When I worked at Strait Music Company in Austin, Texas, the bookkeeper, whom I later replaced, used to say things to me like, "I'm going to show you where I keep these files so if I get hit by a bus and die tonight, you'll know where to find them tomorrow." No, I didn't replace her b/c she died, although when I returned to Austin years later to attend a conference, I learned that she died of a heart attack. I hope whomever she was working w/ knew where she put the files. Is it insensitive to be glib about death. She was someone's mother and wife and sister. Would I be offended if someone made a remark like that about my mom? Actually I think I'd be happy to learn some little foible she possessed that I never knew about.....something about her daily life that I didn't get to share.
Well, this post took a different turn that I didn't intend, and now I don't even remember what I did intend. Not sure I can pull it all together, but here goes. Coming down w/ a cold makes me feel old; feeling old reminds me of my own mortality; mortality causes me to make every second count; counting reminded me of the bookkeeper I used to work w/, which made me think of one of her little foibles; thinking about the little things we remember about people makes me appreciate all the memories I have.
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