It's four p.m. again

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A Kaffe Fassett placemat I finished earlier today. The purple thread used for hand-quilting disappears into the print, a nice effect.

On Tuesday, 13 May 2025, it's once again after four. In the afternoon. How the heck are the days passing SO QUICKLY?

I honestly don't understand, although my dad warned me about this over twenty-five years ago. Dad said, "I remember being your age and thinking time went by fast. And now it goes by EVEN FASTER!"

He wasn't kidding! Because each day passes, and suddenly it's nearly four p.m. Time to think about doing my stretches. Then it IS four o'clock, dude! Sometimes I do my stretches, lol, like today. After wrenching my knee in March, my exercise routine went wonky. My knee is pretty good now, although I hurt my hand doing some raking a few days ago, yet icing my right index finger worked wonders. And now it's four twenty-eight, in the afternoon, in nearly the middle of May.

If Dad was still alive, I'd ask him how quickly time goes for him now. In thinking that, I miss him, but he's been dead for over a decade. I won't say, "HOW DID THAT HAPPEN?" because it's simply the nature of aging. Time races like no one could fathom until they experience it. I can't even warn my own kids because just like how I felt when Dad told me, they wouldn't be able to comprehend the speed by which the minutes slip away. I'm having a hard time and I'm LIVING IT!

Just a little something to note, in part that I'm flabbergasted at how fast time passes, and because it's good to ponder these hallmarks of getting older that don't hurt. Like my knee, yay! And my hand, bonus yay!

And now it's time to move onto the next task for this day, like drying some dishes. Saying a prayer. Being thankful for what time remains in this day.

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