Like sand through an hour glass
Of all the best voice over narratives I can remember that soap opera as if I were hearing it yesterday, “Like sand through the hour glass, so are the days of our lives…” This occurred to me as I readied myself for the next few weeks that promise to be eventful. T leaves for two weeks out of the country and I fly solo for Jazz Fest with Tin who is in a much more mobile state of being than he was last year when I carried him stage to stage in the Ergobaby. Now it’s the Stroller on Steroids, equipped for the impossible. Forget about running stage to stage as I am want to do, now it’s set up camp and enjoy.
Similarly, we have not one, but four Jazz Fest parties to attend and that is not counting all the ones we were invited to. Then there is flying to Atlanta for my nephew’s wedding where I will do a James Brown turnaround with Tin. The second half of the fest has a colleague coming in town – his first visit ever to New Orleans. And then a friend and colleague from The Nature Conservancy who I haven’t caught up with in person in too long a time is coming in post Fest. That same week Steve is in town for the AIA conference here with his own busy agenda of eating and socializing.
I thought about this busy-ness and how I will be sitting here at my desk in the blink of an eye and will be writing about the Saints and Sinners Festival or whatever is next up on the narrative scroll. Like sand through the hour glass …