More light now, but not more daylight. Daylight is sunshine. Light is overcast skies. A month from now I won’t have to worry about getting home before it gets dark. Right now, I worry. It’s bad enough that the snow on Murphy and Buffalo Mine Roads has the consistency of pie dough. Sometimes now, I do little fishtails, not intentionally. I go slow so that they are within my control.

I hesitated before going to town today, and I thought about having Pete give me a ride to and from the Meeting House. Problem is, if he gave me a ride in, I would have to wait until after he finished his late night class. As for his giving me a ride home earlier, he’d then have to make a trip back to school. Uh uh.

The question was, did I need to go to town? The answer was yes. Bea Adler was coming in to clean kids’ books and an old friend, Sharon Sandlon, was coming in to clean Alaska books. As it turned out, Bea cleaned Alaska books and Sharon, who arrived late, cherry picked the cleaned Alaska books.

I had a good time talking with Sharon – she was boarding a large draft mare at Katie Long’s place when I first boarded Raudi there. She did dressage work on Harley. She told me that Harley died recently – she was 28. I remember Harley’s poop. It was loose and formed into patties. I had to get a pickaxe and break them up in the winter.

I wondered then if the loose poop was a sign that something was amiss. Turns out that Harley did have a muscle-related disease for which she was given drugs. All this was 17 or so years ago.

Where did the time go? This all seems like it was just a few years ago. I guess that we humans don’t have an accurate way of gauging time. We go by external markers. For example, John Kennedy’s death. I’d say at best, this happened 30 years ago. The year 1963 is a marker, as is the fact that I was 8 years old at the time. 1963 was 60 years ago. Noooooooooo. This can’t be. Counting on my fingers is a reliable indicator – again, as always, I ask, where did the time go?

I am also beginning to see just how short our lifespans actually are. And there was a point in time when 30 was considered to be really, really old.

A question to consider is, how many people would elect to live another 100 years past their anticipated date of death? My only caveat would be that I would, at the pre 100 year marker, that I’d stop aging.

It’s odd, that science has not found a way of even slowing the aging process. You’d think that with all the scientific advancements that have been made, that this would have been one of them. Hasn’t happened.

Time marches on. Clickity clack, clickity clack.

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