I think it's safe to write here again.  My daughter settled her case and there will be no more lawyers; at least for a while.  

I was walking my dogs today and enjoying shuffling and crunching through the many leaves that have fallen. It's cold and crisp out and I love the sound they make.  It occurred to me that this was another example of remembering the joys of childhood.  I mean, after all, is there a kid alive who doesn't love jumping in a crunchy pile of leaves?

I'm beginning to understand why old people talk so much about the past.  Aging pretty much sucks. Your body is all fucked up and you look like hell.  It's depressing to think about the present; how you haven't achieved what you thought you would in your lifetime.  You are likely to be in a mostly dead relationship (where is that great love you thought you would have?).  You have either retired or are close to retiring and where is fame and fortune? The days are endless and the years fly by.  

OF COURSE WE WOULD RATHER LIVE IN THE PAST!  There are all the joys of the "first times" to remember. I had a friend who said, if you could bottle anticipation you would have the world's greatest drug.  When you get old the big anticipation is how you are going to deal with death (which is another entry).  

Of course I like remembering my first love, great discussions about the meaning of life, my first car, sex, drugs and rock and roll.  I would rather remember crunchy leaves.  I guess I'm just fortunate to still be able to find the joy.  I must really be getting old.