Do you savor every moment of your life? Think about it. If you read my column last week, you know that I spent four days in Pawnee County visiting my sister and brother and others for a wonderful vacation. During that brief time I learned to savor every, every moment.
My brother has cancer and is quite ill, and my sister is confined to a wheelchair most of the time, so I had a captive audience. I drove myself to Pawnee, weaving around highway construction and repairs, and arrived at my sister’s house. I took some homemade scones with me, so we enjoyed a late breakfast with coffee.
That allowed us to have lunch late, too. We talked constantly and did not waste a minute. We looked at old pictures and laughed and remembered.
At the time some of those memories were not so fun, but when we talked about them they were hilarious. Marianne is 18 months older than me, so she was the ringleader. She has trouble (as I often do) remembering things, but she recalled every detail of our playing on the huge rocks in a creek in the pasture, which was a definite no-no.
We both remembered not to do it ever again, after Mother came for us with a peach switch. I do not remember that she ever used it, but it really whistled as she swished it back and forth through the air. This was only one of many, many memories that came to mind as we savored every moment.
We will never be able to repeat that afternoon again. After about five hours I could tell she was getting tired and I was getting hoarse, .
