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Time is fleeting.   I admit it, I'm one of those people who hate the change in time.   I can get with it.   I have to get with it, but I hate it.  

I'm wearing a sweet shirt I bought right now.  Right this minute.   You know, sweet to me.  Probably not to others.   It has like a flared collar and flowing sleeves.   My brother sent me a photo of him and I holding a rattlesnake in 1978 at the Waurika Ratttlesnake Hunt -- yes, there are things like that in Oklahoma.

But the shirt I'm wearing in that photo has the same flared collar and flowing sleeves.   I'd almost say it was cut from the same pattern, but that was 1978.   It couldn't be.  Or could it???

Whoa!!   The passage of time does scare me.  I think I'm scared of time going into the future almost as scared I am of frogs.   Yes.  Frogs.   Dude, those things are scary.   They, like, jump when you least expect it.   The beady little eyes they have.   Ugh!!!  They're scaring me right now writing this.

I think of my children and how things were for us and then how they will be for them and my grandchildren to come.   DID YOU HEAR THAT BOYS??!!!   GRANDCHILDREN!

Hahaha!.  I'm funny.   I can hear them laughing at me now.   Saying, "Wow, you've wasted all of our TIME by writing this post."  That's okay.   It needed to be said.   Some of the things that time brings are not great.  Some are.   But....

Until next time.

Me.

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