HURRY!

When I was in kiddygarten, I wanted to be 5 so I could go to school all day like the big kids. (Yes, I was 4 in kidddygarten, don't think I was a heller, don't know what the hurry was.)

When I was 7, I was in a hurry to be 9 so I could play little league baseball. At 11, being a teenager couldn't come fast enough. Not long after, I was in a hurry to drive like the 16 year olds in my class.

16 was cool, but can't wait for 18, vote. (Ok, I lied, going to Kansas.) 19 yearns for 21, hurry. Early 20's I couldn't wait for class to get over so I could learn what thrills my fraternity brothers had up their sleeves for the weekend.

Later, I was in a hurry to get married like most of my friends. Kids. Hurry to make sure that lamp cord ain't chewed, hurry to grab a diaper when allofasudden the room smelled. Hurry for discerning the words. Hurry them to school, little league, scouts, soccer, birthday parties, yada.

Hurry up and mow the yard before Gladys Kravitz calls the City. Hurry up and get the requested dinner rolls for supper. The license bureau, the post office, lane 2 at Mickey D's, hurry up and wait. Run hop skip jump, hurry. Little time to sit back, relax, take it all in.

Now old age has crept in. Can't believe it got here in this bigga hurry. Seems like only a few years back I turned a flip on the court at halftime of a Jewell B-ball game. Couldn't have been that long ago I tied myself to the chimney of our 3 story house, and reroofed.

Time. Where's it gone? What next? I kinda like 60. Breakfast this morn at Nelly Belle's, mom & pop joint where one can smoke, dine, visit with other ole' regulars who ain't in no hurry neither. Home. Nap? Why not? Bath next, sometime soon, no hurry. (Kids, no car, grandbaby outta diapers, texted grandpa "canya get some?"). That could be a hurried need, but I'll get there. Mid-bath, thought "time to get out, get going." Nope, I'm 60, ain't no hurry - so I laid back, did my version of the hippy meditation thing, for quite some time. I love this age of no hurry.

We've always appreciated life, I think. Will have to say, it goes in a hurry. Loved ones leave much too fast. Ties with some friends, never snapped, but now more distant.

60 gives one an appreciation for every waking moment. There's no hurry, I'm too busy enjoying watching others go thru the hurry past life resembled. I like 2 lane roads as opposed to 70mph where sure, you get there faster - but it's impossible to get in as many views of God, nature.

No hurry gives one more time to smile. Simply people watch. Enjoy. Pace one's self at one's choosing. I've had the notion all along "I get it" - but that was when I had a flat belly, wet behind the ears and was runnin' like sixty, er, you know what I mean.

60 is selfish, and I love that. 60 is "no thanks, I don't wanna." 60 is "YES, LET'S GO!".. 60 is going to eat wherever in the hell I wanna eat. 60 is like going thru life holding the remote control. Rewind? Last? Back? Calm down, I'll choose what I wanna choose, when I wanna choose. I love the Pause button at this age. No hurry. Ok,this one is boring, NEXT!

60 is the time, age, to stop and smell the........ oh crap, the diapers! I gotta go. "HURRY GRANDPA!" Love, VIcturd.