TIME AND WEATHER IN A BOTTLE.

It is Friday. The high speed that the days roll by gives me a headache. Time seems to have really kicked into fast forward. Yesterday was warmer but still the wonderful crisp days of Autumn. I would like to capture the weather in a bottle so I could bring it out, uncork it during the cold winter months.

As I mentioned yesterday Wednesday was my Brother Bud's Birthday. We are meeting him tonight to give him his present. I thought about him yesterday as The Emperor and I went present shopping. It seems like only days ago when we Munch kids ran recklessly on Ninth street. Oh the careless days of youth when you have no idea old age lurks hiding behind the backyard tree.

I wish I could find a store where they sell Time in a bottle. If only. A bottle you could uncork and the bygone days of youth would tumble out to lie unused upon the floor at your feet. If only.

I would use them better. I think I would ran faster with the summer sun licking at my heels. I would sit longer at the supper table. Drinking in all of their faces. Imprinting them their images deep into my mind. I would not argue over having to dry the supper dishes. I swear I would not hide in the bathroom, crying my stomach hurt so I did not have to take my turn.

I would go up to my Dad after he came in from a twelve hour shift of hard under paid work. I would say Thank-you. I would hug my Mother more. I would smile at my sisters and Brother and tell them how lucky I was to be a member of our family.

But alas there is no store that sells bottles of by gone time. Time we used up, recklessly sliding through the days with no thought for the wealth they held. Its only as the years slip so swiftly by that we look at those we love and those we lost. That we come to know the great gift we had. And never once realized the treasure we held so briefly in our hands.

I have written here on the Blog before that I would give a fortune to have one more day on Ninth Street. One more carefree time where youth was our best friend. To experience the family ties that bound us tightly together as a unit. I had no idea back then the stitches that wove our family together would always remain.

We Munch kids are certainly getting older. One of us gone. The others slowly slipping into the realm of older age. I look at my Sister and Brother but you know what? I do not see them or myself as the world does. I see Smiling Bud, the ever present grin. My sister Geri, her collar turned up. I see the Ninth street kids. They and I forever locked into my mind.

I am not sure where these loosely strung together words come from this morning. Nostalgia I guess. I look up at the big clock that stares down at me in Blogland. Time to leave again. But as I make my way one more time. I will be looking. For a sign maybe hanging in one of Bloglands windows. "Time in a bottle," it will read. I will quickly rush in. My pennies held tightly in my hand. "I'll take one sir, "I'll say. And with trembling hands I'll open it. But then again maybe I won't. I guess we'll just have to wait and see. But for now, I'm outta here.