Monday, January 4, 2010
We are well on our way into the new year, yet it feels strange to me that so much is now in the past. I have long learned the truth of my Grandparent's words "time flies" as I reflect on the holidays. I remember Christmas used to last forever; an abundant buffet of Christmas cookies and little trays filled with black olives and baby dill pickles, last crinkled packages left under the tree for stragglers to open, drunken nights of brandy 7's, and spiked egg nog, laughing with my dad around my Grandma's oval table about horror stories from childhood. Now it all seems like a flash of memory a shard from the past. Strange time and memory is...strange.