July, now

My dad was in town this weekend for a conference, and I had a great time being his chauffeur. Spur of the moment, I harrangued my best friends into making the trek to the far west side where I’m living until my condo closes (second time the charm?) and I made ribs with my dad’s old soul-food sauce, Italian sausages, and roasted red peppers. A totally random menu for a quasi-impromptu get-together.

 

The time has flown so quickly. I can’t believe it’s already July. I really wish I could slow the rush of seconds, minutes, hours and days, because I want to savor it all. I remember talking with my dad about that sensation of the acceleration of time as we get older, and we both decided someone needs to get on researching a pharmaceutical product that will slow the perception of time warp. All the existing “treatments” I can think of are illegal and have horrible side effects!