No Concept of Time

A few weeks ago, the freezer in our kitchen stopped working. Costco-size packets of chicken breasts and ground turkey were defrosting. My favorite Trader Joe’s frozen meals turned to mush, and the carton of Moose Tracks frozen yogurt melted.

This was not the best start to my week. The repairman told us the cause was likely a faulty compressor. He recommended adding Freon to see if it solved the issue, but he also suggested we check the warranty first.

“When did you buy this refrigerator?” he asked.

“Three or four years ago when we redid the kitchen,” I replied quickly, not factoring in the pre/post COVID-era formula.

Turns out, it was seven years ago. 2018 was seven years ago!

How did that happen? Where did the time go?  I’m beginning to consider other milestones in my life and how long ago they took place.

For instance, my husband and I are celebrating 28 years of marriage this September. I still remember that wonderful day as if it were yesterday. My junior bridesmaid is married. Today is her birthday. The flower girl is currently pursuing an acting career in California, and the ring bearer now works for the federal government. 🤯

My daughter graduated from college two years ago (five years after the kitchen was remodeled). My son is in his third year at Drexel University. And nine years ago this month, we rescued our fur baby, Chloe.

Side note: I remembered all of the above without checking my Facebook Memories. By the way, this is an excellent tool for seeing how much time has passed me by. I look at it for the photos. I don’t pay much attention to the years.

I don’t want to think about these things too hard. It’s why I never do the math to answer the question, “How old will I be when…” It’s too depressing.

I have great sense of timing when it comes to arriving promptly (even early) for appointments. My calendar is up to date, and I check it regularly. But I must be using a different part of my brain for these tasks.

Because, I could swear we had that kitchen redone three years ago. 😉

XO,
Elisa