{"id":523,"date":"2013-04-12T23:32:45","date_gmt":"2013-04-12T23:32:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/?p=523"},"modified":"2022-09-28T18:01:12","modified_gmt":"2022-09-28T18:01:12","slug":"time-flies","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/index.php\/2013\/04\/12\/time-flies\/","title":{"rendered":"Time Flies"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Peggy and I are back in Lake Charles this weekend. We just decided we needed to get away for a couple of days, and nothing helps Peggy relax like endless hours by the pool&nbsp;followed by&nbsp;endless hours in front of a slot machine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I am up in our room at the hotel &#8212; a suite this time due to L&#8217;Auberge largesse &#8212; and a picture popped up on my&nbsp;computer from ten years ago. Here is the picture:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image\"><img loading=\"lazy\" width=\"640\" height=\"430\" src=\"http:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/09\/Cowardly-Lion-2003.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-490\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/09\/Cowardly-Lion-2003.jpg 640w, http:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/09\/Cowardly-Lion-2003-300x202.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px\" \/><figcaption>The Cowardly Lion takes his bows<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>This is a picture from my son&#8217;s eighth grade play (yes, that makeup and costume were created by eighth-graders &#8212; unbelievable). The show was incredible and he was even incredibler. Truly the king of the forest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It got me started thinking about how quickly time passes. When that picture was taken, my mother had been dead for less than a year. Peggy&#8217;s parents both attended the production. A little over two years later her father would pass away. Her mother is now dealing with Alzheimer&#8217;s disease.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>We lived in the same town we live in now but in a different house. We moved into our house that summer, so we have been living in our house for almost ten years. I have never lived in a house that long in my entire life. I have changed employers twice since this picture was taken. My son has graduated from LSU and is now three years into his professional life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I remember every detail of that play. Peggy was the choreographer, so she and Mike were at rehearsal for hours. I would sneak up to the school to watch them both work. Mike was running track at the same time, so I would take him to the meets and then we would hustle back to the school for rehearsals. It just doesn&#8217;t seem possible that it was ten years ago.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But it was.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Earlier this week I was scanning old photographs of our lives, but I didn&#8217;t come across this one from the play &#8212; most of the pictures I was looking at were much older. It is even harder to believe how long ago <em>those<\/em> memories took place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Time truly flies. We must be having fun!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image\"><img loading=\"lazy\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" src=\"http:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/09\/LAuberge-041213.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-492\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/09\/LAuberge-041213.jpg 640w, http:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/09\/LAuberge-041213-300x225.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px\" \/><figcaption>Beautiful day at the pool before the compulsive gambling. She sure doesn&#8217;t look ten years older!<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Peggy and I are back in Lake Charles this weekend. We just decided we needed to get away for a couple of days, and nothing helps Peggy relax like endless hours by the pool&nbsp;followed by&nbsp;endless hours in front of a slot machine. I am up in our room at the hotel &#8212; a suite this &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/index.php\/2013\/04\/12\/time-flies\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Time Flies<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[5],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/523"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=523"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"http:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/523\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1427,"href":"http:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/523\/revisions\/1427"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=523"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=523"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.thehalfcenturian.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=523"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}