“My whole life, I don’t know what this song means. I mean, ‘should old acquaintance be forgot.’ Does that mean that we should forget old acquaintances? It doesn’t mean that if we happen to forget them, we should remember them, which is not possible because we already forgot them.” “Well, maybe it just means that we should remember that we forgot them, or something. Anyway, it’s about old friends.”

I’m not going to say that I pass.  I most certainly don’t.  I literally got “sir-ed” about an hour ago when a washing machine was delivered since our old one was getting wonky and locking up.

…but it was nice to see a hazy reflection and without a thought recognize the form as a woman…

…it was even nicer that the person I passed to was myself.

Again, blurry reflection, in a glass door, from far away...

…

More than the sound of my own beating heart, I miss the sound of a ticking clock. Time passes. It must pass...

-- Beth Revis