Drove to the post office to drop off two letters with checks _ there have been episodes of “check washing” around here recently. I ended up musing on how fast things I take for granted are going away.
The pandemic years will probably mark a boundary. A decade from now there may be no daily mail, no checks, no printed newspapers, darn few internal combustion vehicles. Such bad and massive transitions have occurred before, as when automobiles replaced horses.
The experts preach that short-term pain will lead to long-term gain. Perhaps so, but the world will feel much different. Anyway, we elders know that for us “short-term pain” is pretty permanently the rest of our lives. It takes young folks to get excited about the wonderful possibilities of massive turmoil and wreckage.
All I can do is take some effort to appreciate what is and has been. To notice as everything becomes something else or a mere historic memory. I understand as well as anyone that things come along .
So I drive, enjoy weather and flowers and shopping, and try not to worry too much about what might happen. I have this day, and_ well used _ a day is all I need.
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