Whizzing By

No, not Howie whizzing...

LIFE

I am in great need of comfort food tonight 
so I whipped up this and will add some eggs,
and a cup of HOT HOT Coffee

I'm sure all of you post 50, remember sitting somewhere

with your elders and listening to their talk

of the time flying by and the poor condition 

of the youth of the times.

Maybe it was the front porch of a grandparents'

home or around the dining table as the "women folk" cleared

the table after a Holiday meal.

BUT it does fly by as we age.

but WHY?
Why does change speed up?
Are we racing to the inevitable finish line?

My summers pre teen went on forever.

There was camp, vacations and long,

 long summer days and nights of playing hide and seek

and playgrounds and tree climbing.

Graduation of DD was 18 months ago.

I started the blog right before she left right?

(6 + years ago!?)

DS just changed jobs in LA.

Didn't he just move there?

(Nearly 3 years ago!?)

Now 21 years after moving into this home

with a 3 and an 8 year old,

I am overhauling the exterior so it will be 

unrecognizable to some.

Just the removal of the big tree

has caused some to whizz on by in error.

All the vintage stuff scattered

on the front porch and around the yard

has been removed or reduced.

Thanks to pal Sue who "shopped" here yesterday

I know it found a good home.

Change is sometimes good, change is sometimes sad

change is sometimes rapid.

The only certainty IS change.

21 years ago when my husband and I bought

this home we felt that we now owned a mansion.

We walked through the newly framed structure

giddy with excitement and promise.
We had doubled our square footage for
 the same monthly payment. 

My world was certain and true and wonderful.

Those 21 years then whizzed by.

Wheelbarrows full of wonderful memories, 

buckets full of sad days,

and a gallon or two of despair,

have whizzed me right back to my front porch 

in the blink of an eye...
where I sit looking at the house as it is right now
and realizing that after Monday
it will be changed forever.

"It's just the way it changes 
like the shoreline and the sea
but let's not talk of love or chains
and things we can't untie
your eyes are soft with sorrow
Hey that's no way
to say goodbye."
 Leonard Cohen

Make it a good week chickadees

Z