Thoughtful Thursday? Frantic Friday? but no, today is Tuesday, that might be, in this case, Tasty Tuesday. It might just be that my debit card will be tabescent following dinner at the Samurai Steakhouse but our bodies will be sated.
Days of merit are becoming arduous as I get older. I used to look forward to them, chatting with friends and family, sharing stories, life events that were new to me both theirs and mine. The days seems interminable, unnumberable, but now each minute has become a mutinous pirate, here to steal my quickly dematerializing time. It seems that the more I hoard my rapidly disintegrating days, life intrudes and demands that I donate them in increasing numbers.
Don't get me wrong, I love these events, they just race through my declining years and, like Ms PacMan, I race through my maze of days, knowing that there are only just so many mazes until the end. Do I osund glum, perhaps. I am seeing the end of a tunnel and, unfortunately for me, it is not an oncoming train that I can avoid by leaping aside or outrunning. If I make the mistake of running faster, then, horrors, January becomes June with the months in between evaporating like the myths that they are.
I have been able, trickster that I am, confuse those around me with eyes fixed on their own lives, into believing that I am eternal, but my desire to create that facade begins to fade, well about 8 o'clock at night when I tuck in with my gatorade and iPad.
But Tasty Tuesday it is, and while my stomach can wamble for the pleasure that awaits, my spirit willingly anticipates the feast of sight and sound that time perhaps, in its mercy, will pause before Black Friday.
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