I remember having lots of conversations with my grandpa about the passage of time.
"It goes fast when you're old Babe" he'd say.
"So fast, that a week passing seems hardly more than a day going by."
Half of June is old news already.
Seriously, I'm tired of being a grownup.
And having weeks and months fly by.
I want to be bored.
I want to determine time by sleeping until the HOT sun is peeking in my bedroom window,
I want to play until the street lights come on.
And take more than a glance at some of these...
I want to take a moment to listen to this neighbor's song....
And I swear to God, come hell or high water...I'm going to get on top of this ball.
I will have Googie let you know to which hospital they take my stupid 50 year old self when I permanently injure my spinal cord or suffer a massive head injury.
So long for now... I need to start checking pockets and lifting couch cushions....I hear the ice cream man comes around about 2pm.
And the dirty rotten scoundrel has jacked the price of his Chocolate Éclairs no doubt.
June 18th....I promise to enjoy thee.