20 days until Christmas
I had been thinking about the idea of time and what to do with it. Often, I wanted to throw myself into it. Roll down a grassy hill, run into ocean waves, or climb a mountain. There were other things too. That cooking workshop in Italy. Always a trip to the Northwest. Going anywhere with my camera. Those were big dreams. To tackle time in some physical way. Earlier I did none of them. Instead I took Max to hockey, Marko to ring the bell, and cleaned the sink. I’m sure there was more. Certainly, there was more. Hamburgers, milkshakes, tiny pieces of French fries. But what struck me the most was earlier at dinner when Beau said, the time is now, now is the time. Our doing and undoing. Life without regrets.
