At approaching 68 years, I still love the 1st snow. It's all its brethren I can't stand. It's like inviting an old good friend you haven't seen in a while to dinner and he brings all the old neighborhood goons you couldn't wait to get away from with him.
I’m like a large majority of Michiganders, let it snow until the holidays are over. Then bring on spring. That’s why we have so many snowbirds.At approaching 68 years, I still love the 1st snow. It's all its brethren I can't stand. It's like inviting an old good friend you haven't seen in a while to dinner and he brings all the old neighborhood goons you couldn't wait to get away from with him.
We certainly have our share of snowbirds here as well. That trend has accelerated the last 10 years to their selling and moving permanently but not exclusively to the weather.I’m like a large majority of Michiganders, let it snow until the holidays are over. Then bring on spring. That’s why we have so many snowbirds.
I love the lakes and Northern Michigan too much to move permanently. But I could see myself as a snowbird of some type.We certainly have our share of snowbirds here as well. That trend has accelerated the last 10 years to their selling and moving permanently but not exclusively to the weather.
I grapple with the thought almost daily. I love the area I've lived in my entire life. It would be pretty difficult to make a compromise. Especially because of the "forever wild" status of Hemlock and Canadice Lakes. So far we've been relatively unaffected by urban sprawl. But, that also means there's no real economic growth either.I love the lakes and Northern Michigan too much to move permanently. But I could see myself as a snowbird of some type.
The perception of time changes as we age. It seems to go past us faster and faster. I find myself remembering things that happened "a couple of years ago" actually happened 5, 10, 15 years or even longer ago. Ugh. Getting old sucks if you ask me.Memory popped up from 3 years ago.
Edit: ummmmm… I need to work on my math skills
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Yep. I remember when I was a kid the summer seemed to last forever. Now it’s gone in the blink of an eye. Like the old saying says, the days are long and the years are short. But hey, getting older beats the alternative.The perception of time changes as we age. It seems to go past us faster and faster. I find myself remembering things that happened "a couple of years ago" actually happened 5, 10, 15 years or even longer ago. Ugh. Getting old sucks if you ask me.
I think the explanation for this is actually quite simple.Yep. I remember when I was a kid the summer seemed to last forever. Now it’s gone in the blink of an eye. Like the old saying says, the days are long and the years are short. But hey, getting older beats the alternative.
Like the doppler effect in time.There is a lot of neuroscience behind the "faster when older" feeling. A great deal of the effect has to do with expectation. When you are young, all of life's events are to come. School, romance, relations, family/children, and "firsts". When we are older, those moments have all come to pass. There is still life to look forward to, but when you hit a certain age, you can't help but feeling that your on the shorter end of the stick.
There was a mechanic that worked at the shop, Tom (RIP). He had a saying: life is like a roll of toilet paper, the closer you are to the end, the faster it goes. So true.
Dan