the past....

ok, so....this morning our minister went down the nostalgic path of christmas past, as i knew he would...for far too long given that he brings up the past far too often on any given sunday...i have nothing against the past....i have very pleasant childhood memories...but i consider my present to be my greatest joy...... and hope for my (our) future next in line...this explains why i was annoyed enough to turn in early when my mother started in a lengthy revisiting last evening of how she figured out that she is allergic to morphine......this is a statement of fact that should have taken up 1 minute our collective time......or less, considering that we all know this and none of the litany of surguries past is news to any of us, including michelle (a friend to andrew who we adore...)..she has heard it all before as well......let us not dwell in what cannot be changed, but move on to where we are now and where we are headed...i found myself so very annoyed that i almost spoke up with words that one can never truly take back.....and so i went to bed early....3 hours early.....and never really went to sleep-i blame the hot tea at shakertown that was not decaffeinated-and somewhere around 1:00 am i got sick and was up for another 2 hours in private misery.....i resolve as an aging person to refrain from dredging up anybody's past-my own, and that of my children and spouse......unless...of course...i am asked to expound on some subject of mutual memory.......