Do you remember when you were young and minutes seemed like hours, summer vacation would never get here, and you couldn't wait to grow up?
Yeah, I remember it, too.
Time really does fly when you get older. And now that I'm officially an 'old fart' (or would that be 'old fartress?'), I wish time hadn't gone so quickly. Zoom! That sweet little baby girl who surprised me with her arrival when I was in my early forties is going to be a mommy soon.
I've become that gray-haired old lady who is obsessed with golden oldie movies and music--stories and tunes that didn't rely on obscenities, blood and guts, or gore to get attention--who pays more attention to her dogs, and knows that if I'm aging quickly, they're doing it seven times as fast, and who (still) loves to garden.
Yes, and I am well aware that I won't be around forever.
I'm saving myself in my work. Or rather, my passions. I write stories, grow flowers, and preserve both for my children, and their children, and according to the current copyright laws, my heirs seventy years after I die. My genetic carriers may never know me personally, but if they're interested, they can read my books and look at the myriads of photos I took, using media to find out who I was.
At least, I hope they will.
Below is Rocky, still kicking at 11 years old. He doesn't care to have his picture taken, but when I asked where Marty (my husband) was, his ears perked up. It's just a quickie snapshot edited in Picasa, but it is sure to be a treasure when he's gone.
Preserve your family, pets, flowers, and views on life. Somewhere down the line, an heir, acquaintance, or even a stranger, may want to know what you did for entertainment, your favorite foods, and what life was like day-to-day. I know I have my great-grandfather's journal of his trip across the plains as a Mormon pioneer. Even the mundane was fascinating to me, his trials with the weather and sicknesses a true measure of how determined he and his peers were to find a new home.
Take a minute, snap some photos, and start a journal. Save them in the Cloud and in print. Who knows, in a hundred years, print may be obsolete and the Cloud archaic. No matter what, though, someone will find your items of interest.
Maybe they'll even write a fictional time travel story with you as the hero or heroine....
(Inspired by the fact that I didn't realize it had been so long since I had blogged. Aye, I am a Fairy is available now: Buy on Amazon here)