Time

Time. I think that time is the most elusive concept that there is to grasp. I have clocks in every room of my house. Sometimes I watch the clock. Time is often my enemy and occasionally my friend. This past weekend we had a visit by our second exchange student and her family. After our initial hello, she said" I am the exact age that you were when you took me in.". I was 40. I have not seen her in 21 years and have had almost no contact with her. Here is the funny thing about time, I felt like I had just seen her yesterday. No time had elapsed in our relationship. So the question is, what is time? Why do I look in the mirror and wonder when I began to look old. I (mostly) don't feel old. Where does time go?
Some people feel that they have too much time, some not enough.  What makes you rich or poor in time? Our vocabulary is built around "time". That look is timeless. They are old timers. Sometimes I feel that time is of the essence and other times I feel that I have all the time in the world. Magazines and newspapers are named after time.
Well, I guess all I can say is that it is time to go. I am going have a really good time and some time I will get back to this!