I know it is late but that seems to be my pattern. I spoke with a friend for quite a while which made me even later.

Today is another ugly day. It is in the 20’s and grey and drab. Last night, around 1:30, it started to snow, around two inches fell. It covered the front path I had cleared, the back steps and the newspaper. Maybe I’ll sweep the path and clear the car, a big maybe.

When I was a kid, I was not a fan of walking in the rain, but I loved walking in the snow. I’d stick out my tongue to catch the snowflakes, and I’d run and slide down the sidewalk. Snow had potential. Rain did not. Snow could mean no school, an afternoon of sledding or a day spent in the building of an impregnable fort to defend ourselves from snowball fights. Rain did give us water flowing down the street beside the curbstone to the drains, and we’d splash and kick the water at each other. We’d also get soaked. Wet clothes got cold quickly. I always hurried home on rainy days in the winter.

When I was really young, I wanted to be older. I couldn’t wait to be a teenager though little changed the day I turned thirteen. It took until I was twenty-one for the big changes. I could finally vote. I had watched political races since John Kennedy ran for president in 1960, and I was more than ready. Twenty-one was also the magic number for legal drinking, but I had been practicing so all was good.

Of late, I have become older. I am saddened by not being able to do everything I did. People offer to help me with the grocery bags. I used to say no thinking I didn’t need help. Now, if I need help, I say yes. Those bags are heavy. I know how old I am. I’m happy most days. I’m happy with busy days and sloth days. I love living my life with all its quirks and its oddities. I look forward to all new memories. I have a few empty drawers.

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