It's already Monday. Something happened to my weekend. As I've aged, it seems the weekends fly by. It's all part of being "over the hill". Two things are connected with descending the backside of the age hill:
1. Time takes less time! It's a proven fact in my life. I get less done and it takes longer . . . not to mention the added time needed for recovery! Of course, that wouldn't have anything to do with trying to pack more into a day than any self respecting day should have to hold! (Let's see. Showings to St. Paul home buyers, the Minneapolis St. Paul Home Tour, showing several units in a condominium, working on my current rehab project, Sunday brunch with friends, web work, preparation for today's appointments, walk the dog, and ONE row of crocheting on my afghan! Maybe I should retract that devaluation of time statement.)
2. The dollar is worth less, or is that worthless? Imagine my first job paid 65¢ an hour! That's $ .65 for those too young to know what a cent sign looks like! Very few people pick up pennies, nickels or dimes from the ground anymore. The labor required to bend over is more expensive than the coin is worth! Back in the dinosaur day, at 65¢ an hour, I could actually buy something including gas! Every penny was worth saving. We could buy gas hog cars because gas didn't hog all of our money! Now every trip to the gas pump slowly creeps over the $50 mark!
Since this is the first time I've been on this side of the age hill, I don't know if these observations are determined by age, unique to me, or a product of society. It's not like one can slide down the back side of the age hill more than once to find out if these changes are "normal"!
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