Marking Time

Fast away the old year passes, fa la la la la la la la la....

I guess that's what we're doing, marking time. The year ends, but since one day is like the next, I've truly never been able to figure out who decided there would be years and not just one continuous string of days. How different life would be if we didn't do everything in repetitive cycles, if each day was just the day that followed the last day and preceded the next. This year it has been striking me that there is purpose in marking time. No doubt, you all figured that out long ago, but I'm slow, OK? I kind of think I re-discover this every year, but I'm never ready for all the hoopla during this time of year, and just want to go back to living day to day. I guess that makes me an official 'kill joy'.

Then it hit me, if the world around me weren't marking time, I really wouldn't know the difference this year. Every day really is the same as the last and I guess I really am glad that there's a party going on on TV and on blip. I think I'll miss it during January when every day is the same and it will be hard to tell one from the next. That's what it's like in the Rehab Center which is also a nursing home. A lot of blank faces that don't know one day from the next. Mother Comfort is holding up as well as she can, but her room mate died today, after going to the hospital yesterday. It was pretty upsetting to her, but she's going on as if everything is fine, then she mentions the lady and it's apparent this has been a tough time. She's being a very good sport.

Happy New Year.....filled with hope