Saturday and Sunday, Hiram and I went to Parents’ Weekend at Northwestern. SInce the college is only twenty minutes from my hometown, we took Mom along and stayed at my cousin’s house. We, Anne included, spent more time with relatives than at college.
Sunday morning, Anne drove over and we went to church where I grew up and where Hiram and I were married. The candle lighters used the same candle lighting gizmos to light the same candles I used during my childhood. We saw old neighbors and friends, former college professors. Some looked about the same, some looked much older and the visit reminded me time doesn’t stand still.
Our visit with Anne was further proof of the passage of time. Last year when we arrived, she was overjoyed to see us. She stayed overnight with us at my cousin’s. This year she was glad to see us, but eager to return to her dorm at the end of the day, busy with homework and her friends.
My walk down the gravel road this morning reminded me again of how quickly time passes. Winter is in the air. The leaves are gone and the temperature was about 20 degrees. It even snowed over the weekend, though it didn’t stick.
My to do list for the week is huge. I need to do research about the marketing and business end of my book, not to mention technical research related to my website. I need to cut and slash more from Slick Creek and keep up with all my new friends on Facebook. I won’t have enough time. I can just feel it. So I’ll do what I can, trust God with the rest, and wait for the snow.
