Infinity of numbers spiraling away
47 Days

We grew up thinking about countdowns.
How many days till a special event arrives,
Antsy, as we number closer to zero.
Then, Bang! It arrives. And before you know it? Gone.

It’s 47 days till Christmas.
It’s been a long time since the last one.
Will this one be as nice as the nicest one remembered?
One can only hope…and I sure hope so.

The older I get and the more spread out we’ve been, special days don’t mean as much as they once did. I don’t broadcast my birthday, but I love to share our anniversary – 51 next year! Ask me the most enjoyable celebration I may have experienced, and I’m not sure I have an answer. My brother, Vaughn, and I have a birthday that’s only 30 days apart. I remember when we had a combined birthday in Seabrook. It felt special but also a bit chaotic. I distinctly remember it only happened that once. I’m sure Mom was worn out!

The Christmas before we married, I gave my bride a stereo system—a Bell & Howell. It sounded great, 8-track and all! She gave me a .22 rifle. I think I made out like a bandit!

Growing up? Christmas and Thanksgiving ran together. It seemed we had to be in too many places simultaneously. Quickly… Now, let’s go. There’s another stop. The next one may be better or different, but we were always leaving. Or at least that’s how I remember it. But man, oh, man, did we get to see the family! There’s nothing like having a big family to celebrate with – there’s always someone your age.

Today, I countdown, beginning with 47, and then 46. Can this year be better? I sure hope so!

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By Michael Gurley

Making Sense of Life, One Thought at a Time!

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