|The summer in my rearview mirror (standard:humor, 911 words)|
|Author: Godspenman||Added: Sep 29 2013||Views/Reads: 1130/817||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|I awoke last Tuesday with a strange feeling I had missed something. Not only that, but I was shivering like a polar bear without his pajamas. I knew something was wrong but to put my finger on it was just too early in the morning for me. I like starting m|
I awoke last Tuesday with a strange feeling I had missed something. Not only that, but I was shivering like a polar bear without his pajamas. I knew something was wrong but to put my finger on it was just too early in the morning for me. I like starting my days slowly. At my age just getting up is quite an accomplishment. I felt my forehead to see if I had a fever. I found my forehead easily enough, just above my eyes, but I can never tell if I am hot, cold or lukewarm. The condition progressed to such a degree I had to swallow my pride and inquiry of the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. She can look at me and tell me if I am sick or not. Usually, I'm sick. So I approached her and said, "Am I sick or what?" Quick as a wink she said, "Off the top of my head I would say you are 'or what.'" And this was just the beginning of my day. Then my wife looked at me and said, "Why do you ask?" So I explained to her about the feeling I had that something was missing and on top of that, I could not stop shivering. She felt my forehead to see if I had a fever, and I did not. When she turned her back on me, I was tempted to stick out my tongue and say "AHH." "Well," she said, "you're not sick and I don't understand how you could be cold." I looked aimlessly out the window and began to shiver more. "It looks like it's cold out there," I complained. My wife looked at me with one of those looks that every husband knows and fears, and said, "It should be cold outside, its winter, for Pete's sake." "Winter? What happened to summer?" "Oh you silly boy," my wife chuckled, "summer's over and winter's brewing." I just stared out the window at the bleakness of the morning, wondering where in the world summer went. At the moment, it did not seem possible to me that summer was over. Is not that the way things go? Just as soon as you get used to something, it is over. I suppose it is because a person becomes so busy doing the mundane daily things he fails to consider the whole picture. If you do not enjoy what you are doing right now, one day you will look back and wonder where in the world it disappeared. At my age, it seems that looking back has become quite a career. I remember when I was young the old folks used to say, "I remember the good old days." I've often wondered what they were talking about. Now I know. When I was young, my whole life was looking forward, but now that I am old, I spend part of my time looking at the rearview mirror. That is the wonderful advantage of getting older. When you are young, you do not have anything to look back to. The older you get the more you have to look back on. I have a few things I reflect on. One are the memories I have made throughout the years. Often when my wife and I are sitting together one of us will say, "Do you remember when...?" Then one of us will recite a wonderful memory from the past and have a good laugh together. Maybe this is why older people laugh so much. I know it is why I laugh a lot. One of the wonderful things about a person's memory is that it is personal. I will not say that I enhance my memories, of course I do, but I will not confess to it. If it is my memory I should be able to Click here to read the rest of this story (31 more lines)
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