Time

My summer break is quickly coming to a close, and my son's wedding is looming on the horizon. How does time seem to slip unnoticed through my fingers? I know that just before I turned around there was still a year until this wedding and unmeasured amounts of time to get everything done. Now here I am hoping that the seamstress can get my dress altered in the two weeks we have left, and I still have to take care of renting a vehicle. Once again I am at the deadline and in panic mode. I could claim that my summer has been overflowing with activity. It has: national bowling tournament, the family reunion we hosted, and a visit from my English family. Still I should have had more than enough time were I a more organized person. As much as I want to be that person who knows where everything is, has her bags packed a week before the flight takes off, and Christmas cards sent the day after Thanksgiving; after 57 years of being me, I think there ain't a chance. If there is a bigger procrastinator in the world, I would like to meet them. It might make me feel a little better about the amount of time that I waste. So, my motto remains: "What gets done, gets done."