I think it a week from today and 47 years ago that Marsha and I met. I won't bother to count the days .... has to be something like 17,000 days .... these are large numbers .... It's not 1-2-3 .... Getting to Play in the Last Quarter, that is.
I was at a meeting last night. There were 6 of us .... I think the group has been meeting for 30 years to discuss children at risk and issues surrounding their treatment. We never did discuss the planned reading on Trauma. Easy to take detours at this period of life. I don't think anyone was much over 90 in the group .... maybe one of the participants is in her early 60's. The men -- between them -- don't have a good set of hair. One person pointed out that using the collective noun "hair" might not be best .... with as few as we had, "hairs" might be a preferred usage ... perhaps we could even number them .... hair #1 ... hair #17. You got the picture ... too late for a comb-over for most. And like Players in the Fourth Quarter of a scrimmage .... there was no lack of wounded warriors.
Not every morning ... but this morning ... it is striking that Marsha and I are both at least a bit tired .... and our kids are beginning to look old.
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I am taking a vacation in 18 days but who's counting?
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