We had a great Thanksgiving. Spent some much-needed time with family. Grammy and Grandpa watched Cohen one afternoon while Sharaun and I took Keaton to see the new Disney movie Tangled (which, by the way, I truly enjoyed), and then watched both kids another evening so Sharaun and I could have a nice dinner together. We needed some time off as a couple I think, I it just reminded me that we have to make time for that more often. We grabbed some Thai food and bummed around the mall for an hour or so… the kind of “old people” date we’ve come to accept as what we now enjoy more than $12 cocktails, barstools, and thumping bass. As we trod the aisles of the Hot Topic, lamenting the capitalistic misappropriation of our youth, we happily agreed that we are now “parents” and are fine with it. Old-people dates: best enjoyed tepid.
I thought today about how the year is already almost over. Over! I sometimes don’t understand how time moves so quickly. Next week I have a mandatory all-day training that lasts three days. That’ll kill the week. Two weeks after that and we’re off to Florida to ring in the new year for another couple weeks. I’ll be a blur, like it always is, and then it’ll be next year and we’ll be racing to Keaton’s birthday and all the other markers that we measure. I sometimes think I “conceptualize” the passing of time in the wrong ways. It almost feels like I think about time “in between” these milestones, and sometimes miss what’s happening day-to-day in between. I’m always thinking about what happened “between” this thing and that thing… I want to start thinking about how long each day itself is – what we can do with the time that’s right on top of us.