Time is a Pretty Pony, with a Wicked Heart
So, I made some rocks for my daughters' rock ceremony last night. The left, JOY, is for Grace (all-caps intentional) and the right Perseverance is for Maria. Then today, I got the "memory" of the rocks last year. That was exactly 364 days ago (Understanding == Maria, Enthusiasm == Grace). As cliche as it sounds, it really seems like yesterday. I'm reminded of reading the Stephen King short story My Pretty Pony . The summary seems apt: The man also "gives instruction" on the nature of time: how when you grow up, it begins to move faster and faster, slipping away from you in great chunks if you don't hold tightly onto it. Time is a pretty pony, with a wicked heart. Another year. I've hardly written, despite being a much changed man from a year ago. Last summer was our last with Joey. As I write this, he's to graduate on Saturday, enlisted in the Army and moving with his father to Alabama before that. I did enjoy hav...