"For everything there is a season..." There are seasons in our lives that can only be viewed from the lens of retirement.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
I remember when..
• I miss a time when people who “talked to themselves walking down the street or driving their cars” were understood to be “a bit tetched” as they say here in TX and not having a conversation on their cell phones.
• I miss when “taking Sabbath time” on Sundays was a given, not just something you fit in between the football game or the kid’s soccer practice, when Sunday dinner was de rigure.
• J. misses the Orange Julius stand. For me, it was snow cones in the summer.
• I especially miss the freedom that children used to have to play in their yards, pick-up games of football or ‘catch’ played in the street and the call of parents at supper-time to come home to a family meal.
• I miss a time when you could pull your car into the mechanic’s shop and you could both put your head under the hood and listen to that strange sound that made you bring it in and the mechanic would say, “let me put that up on the rack and see what the problem is” without having to schedule an appointment. Same thing about doctor’s and vet’s appointments.
• I miss the time when you could depend upon having at least one wonderfully creative gay guy as your hair dresser who would help us helpless dykes figure out what was attractive. Now they are technocrats, lawyers or financial consultants. ( I know, I know—stereotyping is a bad thing, but I’m just sayin’)
Posted by Muthah+ at 8/25/2010 05:22:00 PM
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we still have the neighborhood where the kids play outside all day and ride bikes all over - especially house to house to raid the snacks, but i miss orange julias also - was thinking about those on monday when it was so darn hot!
Orange Julius! I'd bare my head, only I haven't a hat on. High-five J for me on that one.
I miss the times when people did not honk at you when the light turns green.
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