Category: Tempus fugit
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Musings & Thoughts for Sunday, January 8, 2023 – Special Tempus Fugit Edition
Hi, there, Dear Reader. On this lovely, cool – for the subtropics, anyway – midday on Sunday, January 8, 2022, I find myself reflecting that 2023 marks a plethora of significant anniversary dates. Mixed Feelings Some, like my birthday – March 5, for those of you who want to pencil it in their social calendars…
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Tempus Fugit: Hazy (But Happy!) Memories of Christmas 1972
Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmas time. – Laura Ingalls Wilder I wish I had vivid memories of my first Christmas as a permanent resident of the state of Florida after our unexpected…
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Tempus Fugit: Farewell and Adieu to You, Fair Spanish Ladies – Sevilla, 18 December 1988
But, I’m leavin’ on a jet plane Don’t know when I’ll be back again Oh babe, I hate to go. – John Denver, Leaving on a Jet Plane Another cold day in Florida…another weather-triggered memory brought on by low temperatures, beautiful morning skies, and a penchant for remembering anniversaries of events from the Land of…
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Tempus Fugit: Remembering Mid-December, 1972: New School, New Girlfriend, and Apollo’s Last Hurrah
“December is the holdout month, all the others torn away.” ― Anne Gisleson, The Futilitarians: Our Year of Thinking, Drinking, Grieving, and Reading With Christmas Day of 2022 only 12 days away – and New Year’s Eve 18 days in the future – and my move to Brandon looming on a date that is “TBA”…
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Tempus Fugit: Remembering Cheryl T- 50 Years Later (Epilogue)
I never even talked about Cheryl much with “the girl who came after,” and – I don’t know why the fuck I did this – what little I did say was not true. I don’t remember what cockamamie story I told K the few times that she asked about the girl I had left behind,…
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Tempus Fugit: Remembering Cheryl T. – 50 Years Later, Part the First
Prologue: The Fragility of Memory One of the things that bother me about the nature of memories is how fragile, how unreliable, and woefully imperfect they are. Take, for example, my memories about an event that occurred when I was 20 years old – my last day as a high school student at South Miami…
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Tempus Fugit: Remembering ‘Cheryl T.’
“Better to have to retrace your steps and then move forward than never to move forward at all.” ― Anne Burack Sayre, The Birthday Book Club Snatching: The Melinda & Simon Series I promised, not too long ago, that I’d tell you a bit more about “Cheryl T,” the cute auburn-haired girl who sat two…
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Tempus Fugit: Where Were You in October of ’72?
Where I Was in October of ’72…. (A Tempus Fugit Gig) “Seasons change, people grow together and apart, life moves on. You will be OK, embrace it.” ― Alexandra Elle, Words from a Wanderer Author’s Note: In less than three days (as I write this, at any rate) it will be my late mother’s 94th…
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Tempus Fugit: or, Longing for All My Yesterdays in the Summer of ’22
Time’s Relentless March “It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures.” ― Ally Condie, Matched As August 2022 reaches the two-thirds of the month mark and meteorological fall waits in the seasonal wings, my thoughts turn once again to the past, especially to the…
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Tempus Fugit – August of 1972 Edition: The End of Summer Vacation is Nigh & Back-to-School Angst
Tempus Fugit “I blinked my eyes and in an instant, decades had passed.” ― John Mark Green, Taste the Wild Wonder: Poems Fifty years ago this month, my mom, my older half-sister Vicky (who had recently rejoined us after a brief but disastrous attempt to live with our maternal grandaunt Gabriela and stay in Bogota),…
A Certain Point of View, Too 