When I was a kid I always heard grownups say that the older you get, the faster time passes. I didn’t believe that then. How can time go any faster? There are only 60 minutes in an hour, right? And seven days in a week. Nope, time doesn’t speed up. At least I was convinced of that when I was a youngster. Now, I’m not so sure.
Do you remember when summer vacation seemed to last 11 months? I do. And a school year was a least 18 months long. Or at least it sure seemed like it! Now I’m looking back and asking myself where 2018 went. There were so many things I wanted to get done in this last year, and I accomplished very few of them.
I wanted to turn out at least four books, and I was hoping for five this year. I managed to get three out and am almost finished with the fourth, but there’s no way it’ll be done by midnight. I had planned to spend more time on the water in my pontoon boat and in my kayak. Nope, didn’t get as much of that done as I wanted to, either. We didn’t get any kite flying in, which was something else we wanted to do. And Terry and I had planned to take a road trip up to Savannah and Charleston, and another one down to the Florida Keys. We never got to any of those places. Where did all the time go?
Granted, I spent a large part of the past year dealing with severe back pain that never seems to go away in spite of chiropractors, spinal injections, medical marijuana, opioid pain pills, and physical therapy. Every time I think I’m making some headway I end up taking two steps backward for every one I took forward.
But, the glass is half full. We flew Terry’s parents, Pete and Bess Weber, out from their home in Arizona to spend a week with us in February, which was really nice. And in July we took a trip up to Alabama and Kentucky then on to the Cincinnati area, before coming home through West Virginia, Virginia, and the Carolinas, dropping off samples of my books at libraries and bookstores and gathering stories for the blog while also doing research for upcoming books.
And in spite of my back problems, we did manage to get out and do some fishing. Just not nearly as much of it as we would have loved to. And we had visits from several friends, including Larry and Joyce Space, Russ and Debbie Davis, George and Amy Smith, my cousin Berni Frees, her husband Rocky, and Rocky’s mom Shirley, and Greg and Jan White. I think there were some others, but my memory isn’t what it used to be.
So, what’s in store for us in 2019? I’m hoping for a lot fewer medical issues and a lot more fun. We still want to make that trip up to Savanah and Charleston, as well as down to the Keys. Our 21st anniversary is coming up in just a couple of weeks and maybe we’ll do it then. Or what the heck? We might even take a short cruise out of Port Canaveral. And darn it, I don’t care if I have to get down to the water in a wheelchair, there are fish out there just waiting for me to catch them and I plan to do just that!
How about you? What do you have planned for the coming year? Whatever it is, I hope it includes lots of joy, love, and fun. Happy New Year to all of you.
Congratulations Jerry Stearns, winner of our drawing for a USB drive loaded with digital back issues of the Gypsy Journal for the years 2003 through 2017 in PDF format. We had 149 entries this time around. Stay tuned, a new contest starts soon.
Thought For The Day – An optimist stays up until midnight to see the New Year in. A pessimist stays up to make sure the old year leaves.