I Need More Hours In The Day!

My dad always told me that the older you get, the faster the time goes by. He was full of little bits of wisdom like that, and because I was a teenager and already knew everything there was to know in the world, I just figured the old guy had been out in the sun too long again. But I’ll tell you what, an amazing thing happened! About the time I hit 25 years old, my dad had really wised up a whole lot, and the older I get, the smarter he seems to have been!

I sure know what he meant about time speeding up. It seems like no matter how hard I work, lately I’m always running behind. In fact, I need about 12 more hours in a day just to get caught up!

I blame a lot of this on Miss Terry, because she really pulled the rug out from under me a couple of weeks ago, and I have been disoriented ever since. Someone asked me how old I am, and I said I would turn 56 on October 15^th. Terry corrected me and said I would be 57. Huh? I lost an entire year? Where the heck did it go? I want it back! I had plans for that year! Now I’ll never get everything done I have on my list! That was the year I was going to lose 50 pounds! Now I’m stuck with this huge spare tire? It’s not fair!

At least the new issue of the Gypsy Journal is finally done, and we’ll take it to our printer today. I’m sure glad to have that out of the way. It seems like with this issue, there was one delay after another. In fact, yesterday afternoon Russ and Patty Frady stopped over to say hello, and I had to cut the visit short because I was rushing to get finished. They were very gracious and understood, and hopefully we’ll be able to get together for a visit in the next few days.

I really don’t understand this problem with deadlines. For much of my working life I published small town weekly newspapers, and even a daily for a while. Compared to that, having a deadline every two months should be a cakewalk. I must be getting lazy (or lazier) in my old age.

Normally when we get the paper off to the printer, we have a few days to catch our breath before we pick the job up and start the mad rush to get everything stuffed into envelopes and off to the mail service. But right now we have some other irons in the fire, so I don’t think we’ll be letting much grass grow under our feet anytime soon.

I know, I know, my friend Jerry LeRoy keeps telling me I’m supposed to stop and smell the roses. But the last time I did that, a bumblebee stung me right on the end of my nose!

Thought For The Day – I was tired yesterday and I’m tired today so I must be retired.

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