We mark time in different ways.
Sure, I use a calendar, but it’s the other things that really make me stand up and take notice.
A couple of years ago, I bought a package of 500 coffee filters at Sam’s Club. Standing in the checkout line, I thought about how many filters I could get for $5, why the lady in front of me would really need a gallon of mayonnaise and how much I wanted a cup of coffee.
I also thought about what life would be like the next time I bought coffee filters.
Now, 250-some days later, I’ve adopted a child and am beginning the process of adopting another one. I’m older, fatter and maybe a little wiser.
Like counting the rings of a felled tree, I mark time in coffee filters.
And in shaving cream. I only have to shave every three or four days. It takes me a year to go through a can of shaving cream. So each winter, usually in December, I have to buy a new can.
And Masters golf tournaments. Each year, my birthday lands around the weekend of the Masters. That’s how I usually celebrate, grilling out, drinking beer and watching the final round on Sunday.
I turn 35 Friday. Thirty-freaking-five!
It really does sneak up on you. I have gray hair. I can’t run two days in a row because of my knees. I have hair growing out of my ears. Hair! Out of my ears!
Edit: Madison Taylor, always one to see the bright side, has pointed out that I am now eligible to run for president. I’m going to make that happen.
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