It’s snowing again.  It’s been eight years since I retired from teaching, but I still check to see if Wilmington is closed for a snow day. I guess the thrill never leaves.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the rapid passage of time. Probably because of a lunch that I shared with Betsy and the grandkids last week. The four of us sat around an open pizza box, taking slices and talking. At ages six and four, the kids have left behind the need to have their pizza cut into bite sized pieces.

I don’t know why this image is so strong in my mind. I’ve been a part of their lives since birth and have seen them pass through many changes and skill levels, but this was different somehow. The leap from babyhood to childhood was palpable. And that’s okay. It’s as it should be.

I think Frank and I have moved to a new phase as well. Commonly referred to as the “Old Guard.” When we first moved here, a young neighbor told us that she could never remember when it was the right week for recycling, and she would look to see if the elderly couple next to her had put out their bins because they always knew. Well, that couple moved to be closer to their children. Guess who always knows when it’s recycling day now!

It’s like the song, The Circle Game. But I have to say that I’m not yet at the time when I want ” to drag my feet to slow the circle down.”