‘I sick,’ I used to say to my mother, as a child. ‘I sick,’ I said to my mother, the other day, on Skype. Some things don’t change.

Except that they do, and what the child says innocently is said knowingly by the adult. And, at my time of life, with irony and amusement, and a sly tip of the hat at Old Father Time who watches, impassive, from a table in the corner.

When you are a child there is only the present. As an adult, bringing up children, building a career, you live in the future. The future is less interesting now, and the present, now a river, carries as it winds its slow way to the ocean the sediment, vegetation, of every minute of the past.

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Posted by Glen Fisher

Writer, photographer. Education and skills consultant.

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  1. Speedy recovery to you, my favorite brother-in-law! Let Rob pamper you. 😿🍷

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    1. Thanks Cynth. Bronchitis is a pain. It looks this morning as though Rob may be coming down with it, too. Darn.

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  2. Sorry to read that, not only are you – and possibly Rob – ill, but that it is bronchitis. As I have a dismal history of occurrences, my core recommendation is this: if your temperature goes over 101 F/38 C, get to your nearest clinic, as it likely has progressed to pneumonia.

    Otherwise, take care. Get lots of rest. Consume lots of Jewish penicllin. And be well very soon!

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    1. Good advice. Thanks Mark

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