Here in the North Country a cool front has given us an unexpected foretaste of the autumn to come. Weeks of heat and humidity have given way to cool days and cooler nights. We have opened our windows again and turned off the AC and the sounds of the world comes streaming in again, unfiltered.
Up early this morning, I hear the songs of sparrows and cardinals and robins singing in the neighbors’ trees. It is music you can never tire of hearing.
The approach of August reminds me that in less than a month my youngest, Morgan, will be headed north and west for her first year of college. Sue and I will be “empty-nesters.” Yet another stage of life arrives much faster than we could ever have imagined.
Preparing for the quiet days and evenings to come, Sue and I had been searching for sometime for a vintage stereo. Not a “modern” turntable and component system but a console unit, a classic 60s hi-fi. This week we finally found one. A Magnavox (pictured here) and have begun collecting albums.
Searching for “new” albums at a local used record store we are unsurprised to see – yet again – that our tastes in music are often as different as we are. I gravitate toward old country and jazz and blues, Sue toward 70s and 80s pop. Yet there is also much that we both enjoy. Nearly a quarter of a century together has changed us both… for the better I assume. In my case, at least, I know that that is true.
Time, like an old turntable, keeps on turning… whether we want it to or not. Yet like a turntable, time does not necessarily move in a linear fashion. The old becomes new again.