Ah, Memorial Day. The officially beginning of summer.
Those of you who know me well have an idea of what this means. Yes: devilled eggs. I have nine hard-boiled eggs waiting for me downstairs, only needing some mayonnaise, mustard and sweet relish, and then I can finally greet this, my favorite season, properly.
Also today we did something very adult, in my mind: bought patio furniture. I know, I know. It was weird for me, too. I mean, for some reason I’ve always associated things like that with grownups. Which, I guess, I am now, since I can claim a husband, a mortage and a car payment. Not to mention a Career.
Do you ever sit back and think, “Man, how did all this happen?” But in a good way? It seems like only very recently I was in another late May, preparing to graduate from high school and planning to go off to UNC-G and be an advertising major. (I am ever thankful that did not work out, however.) And another late May, I was beginning my job at the Burrito, tickled PINK about making twenty-seven bucks in tips on my very first day. Fast forward another few years and we’re starting to build a house, another year or two and I’m getting married and now, whoooooosh, here I am.
My husband’s grandmother once told me that as you get older time really does start to move faster. That when she was a little girl days lasted forever, but the last ten years were like a blink of an eye. I’m beginning to understand what she meant.
I think I get way too caught up in nostalgia sometimes. I don’t know why it’s so important to me to mark where I was at this very moment a year ago, five years ago, whatever. Maybe I just need to be reminded that time is passing, so I’ll slow down and enjoy things a little bit more. Can’t hurt.
So with that in mind, I’m going downstairs to make my eggs. And take another shot at potato salad, an ongoing project I haven’t quite mastered yet. (There’s something in the marinade, I think, that I’m not getting.) Anyway. I wish all of you good burgers (turkey, soy, or regular), fresh sweet corn, potato salad made right, and a night with fireflies. Happy summer.