We often hear that time moves faster as we get older.  And that seems to be true; as a kid I had endless summers and it took forever for my birthday  to come along.  Now that I’m older the summer is over before I get the garden weeded and I have to do a quick calculation to figure out how old I am.  But I’m beginning to wonder if it’s my own sense of time passing…or the marketing executives pushing time past me.

Yesterday I was at the grocery store.  As I wandered the aisles there was a festive feeling hovering around the edges of my consciousness.  It took me a few minutes to realize that the aisles were full of holiday displays.  Gone were the Halloween candy packages, replaced by red boxes full of holiday napkins, plates and cups.  There were displays of stuffing mix, cans of cranberry and pumpkin stacked on the ends of the aisles.  The meat department was piled high with turkey and ham.  Could this be?  Is it already the holiday season?  We’ve barely ventured into November.   Later at home I saw my first official Christmas advertisement on TV.   Crayola has some new and inventive way for kids to draw.  As the day wore on more and more holiday commercials aired.

No wonder time goes faster as we age.  We’re bombarded from all sides by proof that it’s already the end of next month.  Well I’m not going to be pushed.  I’m going to enjoy this month before I start to worry about December.