Changes everywhere

This blog is supposed to be about coming to grips with change. Getting older is certainly a significant change and it seems to become a bigger challenge the farther we move along what I call the chronological continuum. Older people such as yours truly often measure it in decibels i.e. the increasing volume of the cracking in our joints when we turn over in bed or on the other end of the sound spectrum, the things we can no longer hear.

I discovered a new one this week. We have had 4 consecutive days of significant rain here in the Burg. In the old days, when the follicles in the center of the top of my head were healthier I could feel the rain hit my head. This week, while standing out in front of my office I discovered I can now hear it hit my head. It's a splat sound...the clearest and best example of the sound represented by the word 'splat' I can imagine. It's a better example of the sound than when a bird dumps on my car or a bug hitting a moving windshield traveling at 65 mph on Interstate 95. 

So there are really two pieces of good news here. First, I fully understand the meaning of the word "splat" now and more importantly, I can still hear the sound...come on rain...splat on!

That's my story and I'm stickin' to it....

Comments

[Tammy]

So your hinting that I should get you a new hat for your birthday?

[Jim Brodhead]

Hi Tammy,
Thanks for the offer of a new chapeau. I think I'll just muddle through with the one I have until the straw either dissolves or starts to sprout.