Have you ever noticed how fast time is flowing now? Seems like my days are flying by at an ever-increasing speed with each day that passes. This must mean that I am enjoying my life … too much, perhaps.
Today I purchased a high-gain antenna to attach to my wireless computer modem so that I can get higher loading speeds on my data plan.
Jim and I went out for that delicious Americanized bastardization of Chinese food that you get from a lot of “Chinese” restaurants that are actually owned and operated by Vietnamese People these days. It seems like in these days in which we are now living, most of the Asian-style restaurants that I have patronized lately load their woks with oil and sugar as the first ingredients to their menu items. Americans are chumps for grease and oil in their diet for some strange reason.
My dad, God rest his soul, loved to use a lot of grease or oil in his cooking. In fact, he cooked his fried eggs in so much grease that the eggs actually floated while cooking. My dad actually French-fried his eggs to the point that they became more like limp plastic than eggs. He did the same to almost everything that he ever cooked on a stovetop in a skillet. He also died when he was 56 years old.
That is about all that went on in my life today. My life is not all that exciting. But talking about stuff is an excuse to write a blog.
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Although January drags because of dull days and bad weather, most months seem to me to be more like a week. That’s what happens we we get old, I suppose. When you are running out of time, that time seems to slip away too fast.
Best wishes, Pete.
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And WE ourselves slip away too fast and are too soon forgotten by those who promise never to forget us.
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I think it is when we grow old that time speeds up. I prefer my stir fry over most Asian places. But that is just me chuq
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