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Southern Eyes

I remember that when I was a child, adults would comment that time goes by too fast.

This would amuse me, because I didn't understand how 24 hours in the adult world moved faster than the same number of hours in my world.

It seemed that adults spent an awful lot of time sitting around talking to one another (at least, that's a child's view of when company comes over), so time might as well have been standing still.

Then, I grew up. I won't admit that time goes by faster, but the months certainly have gotten shorter.

Many times, it seems like I just paid a bill and it's already due again. How do the bills come in faster than the paychecks? And why is the cupboard/freezer/refrigerator empty when I know it was full yesterday? And who is responsible for emptying them?

I know it's not my sons -- they're always hungry. So, there's no way they wiped out a whole box of cereal, two pizzas, a pan of chicken, a batch of cookies and a bag of nachos topped with a pot of chili and a pound of cheese.

Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating. But the empty shelves are there, nonetheless. (How does a teenage boy survive on that stuff, anyway?)

Life picked up even more speed when I became a newspaper journalist. Now, it's all about deadlines. Since we're a weekly newspaper, everything we do is prefaced with next Thursday's date. This begins the day after the previous deadline.

So, every Tuesday, I'm working on the paper that will come out in nine days. Always looking ahead nine days is why I can't ever remember what I did yesterday or last week.

Because this is the Thanksgiving edition, hopefully my sons will be good and full by the time anyone is reading this.

And it's one of my favorite editions of the year, because I get to cover the fun little-kid events. If reading a child's version of Thanksgiving dinner doesn't make you smile, then you didn't have enough sweet potato soufflé.

While I was talking to them, several of the 4-year-olds excitedly told me they were going to "gobble, gobble, gobble up" their turkey.

Then they would put their hand over their mouth and giggle like they had said something embarrassing or naughty.

Since we're on the sentimental little subject, I encourage you to remember all the children this holiday season.

Check out the story about Partners For Success' Angel Tree in this edition, or look in The Augusta Chronicle for ways to contribute to the Empty Stocking Fund.

Please help keep the little ones smiling all through the holidays. Let them wait until they're older to realize the months really are too short.



Web posted on Thursday, November 26, 2009













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