Clock on a Windowsill

The truth of the matter, as my husband is fond of saying, is that I am worn out by my brother dying and an old friend’s wife dying, and COVID, and feeling constrained and old and growing grayer by the minute, and feeling, as my brother would put it, as if I had one foot in the grave and the other on a banana peel, but he would have said this laughing and so will I, all of it is, after all, just life and what happens, thinking we have control over anything, that if we were more careful or smoked less or did any one of ten thousand things that we could live forever, well, that’s not true, it’s a lie, so it is not worth our time, only our time is worth our time.


Photo credit: Photo by Fredrik Öhlander on Unsplash

2 Comments on “Clock on a Windowsill

  1. Well said. I’ll try to remember that. It’s just that the foot in the grave and the foot on the banana peel aren’t so far apart anymore, are they?

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