O is for October...

One would think driving in a car would be a nice quiet experience.  A self-contained environment where you can keep your thoughts to yourself while getting from point A to point B.  But no....not with my daughter in the car!  Whether we're driving to ballet class, or home from preschool, we usually are doing one of a few things in the car together.  1. Listening to songs of which she insists she is the only one allowed to sing.  "Mom, you can hum along if you want, but this is my song, mkay?"  2. Talking about whatever random thought pops into her head, and we must discuss in depth all the varying aspects of such topic.  "Mom, why was I born in Texas?"  Because that's where I was living when you were in my tummy.  "But mom, tell me ALL about it..."  3. Then sometimes Ava and I will play a game together in the car.  Since she's starting to read now and learn words, she will pick a letter and we'll think of as many words as we can starting with that letter. 

This game is such a common one these days, that today when I was in the car alone, I actually started playing this game by myself!  I was thinking of the more obscure letter 'O'.  What complex words begin with O?  I thought: obstetrician, orangutan, objectivism, occipital, October.  Wait....where did October go???  I faintly remember welcoming this month while I was in Italy...and now it's already gone!  It was snowing at the beginning of the month in Alaska, and now the days are getting shorter by 7 minutes every day!  Time is literally and very visibly slipping away from me now!!  If it's just been a few weeks since I was last in Italy, how much longer will it be until I can go back there again? 

Well, I found this great quote the other day by Jorge Luis Borges and feel like it fits perfectly to this concept in relation to Italy, time, and my favorite person who resides in Italy.  This amazing writer and poet who I'm just starting to explore wrote this:

 

"Being with you and not being with you is the only way I have to measure time."

 "The Threatened One," from The Unending Rose  --Borges

Oooooooohhhh October.  You were good to me even though you seemed shorter than usual.  See ya again next year, I hope.