The Tree

A friend’s Dad once told me, “Jimmy, I think I forget about as much as I did 20 years ago when I was 50. But, the older I get I notice that I start counting every instance more closely.” What does that mean? Am I going to start wearing my shirts backwards or start sitting on my sofa thinking I should go home now.
With each milepost of life it is harder to deny the tsunami-like march of time –only in slow motion. Sure I lost that receipt. Misplaced my keys, again. So what if I let the time expire to earn the rebate on that last gadget
......Over the Thanksgiving break my 20 year old daughter was anticipating the tedious ritual of assembling the 1986 vintage artificial Christmas tree, the one in the boxes held together with more packing tape than cardboard. Dad, you and Mom might want to get a new tree, one that opens up like an umbrella, that already has lights….for your elderly phase. --James