Hi, there. As I begin this, my 920th post on WordPress, it is midmorning in Lithia, Florida, on July 2, 2022. It is a warm summer day in the Tampa Bay area. At 7:10 AM Eastern, the temperature is 75°F (24°C) under sunny skies. With humidity at 94% and a becalmed wind, the feels-like temperature is also 75°F (24°C). The forecast for today is, unsurprisingly, typical for the season: thunderstorms are expected to pass through the area in the afternoon, and the high will be 93°F (34°C). Tonight, we can expect scattered rain showers, and the low will be 74°F (23°C).
Today, July 2, is the 183rd day of 2022 – the midway point of a regular (non-leap) year, After today, only 182 days separate us from 2023, a year that I have incredibly mixed feelings about. Not only will that year usher in the 40th anniversary of my graduation from high school; but it will also see – three months before that – my 60th birthday and the first landmark birthday that I don’t celebrate with any of my relatives.
As quite a few bloggers have written on WordPress, this midway point of the year seems to have arrived sooner than expected; it seems like it was only yesterday that we were in 2021, that tumultuous year that saw the less-than-peaceful, not to mention the more-than-ungracious, departure from the White House of Donald Trump, which was preceded by two and a half months of false claims about “a rigged and stolen” election, which in turn led to the assault on the U.S, Capitol by thousands of angry, violent, and fanatical Trump supporters on January 6.
Of course, time does not really go on fast-forward or magically speed up randomly; it’s just that we perceive the passage of time differently based on what we are doing or how we are feeling. Sometimes, too, age plays tricks on how fast – or slow – time passes.
Remember, for instance, how eternal a school day seemed when you were in high school and were waiting for the last school bell to ring so you could catch the bus, go to the parking lot and get in your car, or walk – or ride your bike – back to your house?
I remember “endless” school days like that, too. I also remember how quickly the days started to fly once I started doing “grownup things” such as going to college, working freelance in the gig economy, or the few times in my adult life that I traveled, either for academic purposes or strictly personal ones.
And even in those times where “time flew when I was having fun” – whether it was an outing to the movies, a date that would include sex afterward, or one of those rare out-of-town trips I took while my mom was still in good health, my perception of time varied. Before the event began, the hours went so slowly that I thought the world would end before I left the house. During the event, time sped up from a crawl to a full sprint, depending on how content I was. (Dates, where sex was a possibility, seemed to go by super fast!)
In contrast, a visit to my primary care physician or to get my eyes examined for a new prescription for eyeglasses seemed to take forever, as did any social occasions which involved interactions with my half-sister. (This included the last time that I saw her – at a hearing before a probate court judge in Miami – in July of 2016.)
On all those occasions, time did not arbitrarily speed up or slow down. It crept at its “petty pace” from minute to minute, hour to hour, and day to day. But my perception of time was certainly subjective, and moments that I wished would last forever seemed to fly by as fast as the Millennium Falcon jumping to hyperspace.
Anyway, yep. It’s Saturday. July 2, 2022, the “midway” point of my 59th trip around the star we call Sol. And, Dear Reader, I hope today is one of those “time flies when you’re having fun” days in your life.
 In addition to the Semester in Spain program that I participated in back in 1988 – 34 years ago this September – I also went to the Eighth and Ninth College Press Conventions in New York City back in 1986 and 1987.