This year's Monster Concert Holiday Singalong (at 7:30 pm, 12/12/12, in case you're interested -- 4 pianos playing at once with a hundred extraordinary people, you could be one of them, emptying their lungs), then Christmas, then New Year's, will quickly pass, along with too many tomorrows. Part of me wants to wait in a long line, shell enough corn to fill a silo, or watch a pig grow, anything to slow time. I once asked my mother, "Does time go faster as you age?" Her answer: "Yes."
I used to say, "I can't wait until ___." No more. I want to dance on the pins and needles.
At the same time, I ache for people the pins prick, who need pills or needles to make tomorrows. Life isn't fair.
Different strokes for different folks
2 weeks ago