Life's a Stitch

I avoid cliche. I dislike exclamation points. And forget those over-dramatic screamy all caps. But, as the high school teacher who taught me "a guilty conscience needs no accuser" and "the road to hell is paved with good intentions" used to say, "there is an exception to every rule:"

"Where does the the time go?" says I. I swear that time goes faster in retirement than it did when we worked outside the home, and then time seemed to move at the speed of sound.

Then: "What, that yearly grant deadline is here AGAIN?!" 

Now: "Didn't I  just listen to CBC's Backstage with Ben Heppner?" If You're Canadian you realize that it is possible to listen to the same CBC public radio show six times during a given week, but in this case, it really is Sunday night AGAIN. And my baby turned 26 today. How did that happen?

This week while grocery shopping, I had an example of being in the right place at the right time (cliche). As I entered the grocery store the sun came through the doorway at just the right moment. I took this picture with my phone, maybe a painting to be:

I "struck while the iron was hot" and a minute later it was gone!