For nearly 50 years, five days each week, I rose from bed, showered, dressed and headed off to work.
In the years since I retired, I have treated workdays no differently except I commute only 15 or 20 feet from my bedroom to the desk to turn out Time Goes By for the next day. If you count school, I've kept this schedule for 65 years and so tuned am I to it, you could wake me from a sound sleep and I'd tell you which day of the week it is.
Until yesterday, Thursday.
Following this lifelong routine, I sat down at the laptop and spent most of the day sorting, readying and writing items for Saturday's Interesting Stuff post and prepping Peter Tibbles' Elder Music for Sunday. There were the usual interruptions for some news reading, email, stretches of idle time during the first really gorgeous day of spring, cat play sessions, a phone call or two and a short shopping trip.
One by one, I checked off the items on my to-do list. That would be the one with the word “Thursday” clearly penned at the top. At about 4PM, I noted that I had an hour-and-a-half until I was due to meet my brother for dinner at the sushi joint.
Then I did a classic double-take. Meet my brother?! That means it can't be Friday because he always travels to Astoria that evening. Followed by:
Oh, dear. All day you thought it was Friday and now it's 4PM on Thursday, you idiot, and you have nothing for Friday's TGB. How did this happen? Damn.
Hence, this non-post I'm scrambling to finish before leaving the house for dinner.
True to every elder's worst nightmare, there was a frisson of worry that this lapse is an early sign of Alzheimer's. I don't recall that I've ever done it before although once, many years ago, I dressed and went to work on Sunday and wondered for an hour why no one else was there.
I decided it's probably not Alzheimer's or, if it is, there's not much I can do about it. So here is the one item of possible interest I can offer you in the workday left to me:
Tomorrow, 21 May, is judgment day. The rapture. The beginning of the end times. Or something like that.
At least, that's what an 89-year-old California preacher named Harold Camping says who also predicts the end of the world will arrive on 21 October. According to Wikipedia,
”Followers of Camping claim that around 200 million people (approximately 3% of the world's population) will be raptured. As for the remainder of the human population, Camping himself believes in annihilationism, which is the view that those who are not saved will simply cease to be conscious rather than spend eternity in Hell.”
I haven't looked into this beyond a couple of news stories and Wikipedia, so I don't know if only Christians will be saved or if some other religionists and atheists are to be included too.
Anyway, you've been warned. I'll see you back here tomorrow. Or not. For now, I'm off to dinner - my last one?
Oh, dear. No Elder Story today. The file is empty.