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Oct. 1st, 2004 04:43 pmI've gotten so much work done this week, even with a bit of travel surfing going on. It's great. Even, the project that I've been deferring since June? outtahere. Yay! I feel better, my desk is cleaner, and now that I started getting paychecks with the new raise in them, I rather like the idea of getting more of them. ::knock wood:: that I keep this productive riff going.
So in the course of dealing with a mark registration today, I calendared various dates hence when we'll have to file additional documents. They'll be due in 2010, 2013, 2015, 2016.
2004, 2006, even 2008 or 2009 don't stop me in my tracks, but something about the movement of the 1 into the 10's did. 2010. 2015. That's 100 years from dates that mean something to me personally! My father was born in 1913, my mother in 1915. Their brothers and sister were born in 1911, 1915, 1921.
My grandfather was born in 1887; his sister, my beloved great-aunt in 1891; and my mother's mother in 1888. I knew them, spent time with them, but 1987, 1988, and 1991 didn't give me pause like this.
I've always thought of time as a conveyor belt. You're born, plopped onto the conveyor belt at some arbitrary date, and you travel along the conveyor belt until you fall off the end (into death). Grandparents and parents are likely to fall off the conveyor belt before you, and while they are around, it's easier to not think about the end of your life. But calendaring things to do in 2013? Well. My mother might not still be alive then, although she's doing awfully well for someone doctors thought wouldn't make it through a year-long (pre-antibiotic) illness at age 16. And I'm likely to die in sometime in the 2030's or 2040's, or if I take after the grandparents mentioned above or my mom, in the 2050's. It's not really that far away.
So in the course of dealing with a mark registration today, I calendared various dates hence when we'll have to file additional documents. They'll be due in 2010, 2013, 2015, 2016.
2004, 2006, even 2008 or 2009 don't stop me in my tracks, but something about the movement of the 1 into the 10's did. 2010. 2015. That's 100 years from dates that mean something to me personally! My father was born in 1913, my mother in 1915. Their brothers and sister were born in 1911, 1915, 1921.
My grandfather was born in 1887; his sister, my beloved great-aunt in 1891; and my mother's mother in 1888. I knew them, spent time with them, but 1987, 1988, and 1991 didn't give me pause like this.
I've always thought of time as a conveyor belt. You're born, plopped onto the conveyor belt at some arbitrary date, and you travel along the conveyor belt until you fall off the end (into death). Grandparents and parents are likely to fall off the conveyor belt before you, and while they are around, it's easier to not think about the end of your life. But calendaring things to do in 2013? Well. My mother might not still be alive then, although she's doing awfully well for someone doctors thought wouldn't make it through a year-long (pre-antibiotic) illness at age 16. And I'm likely to die in sometime in the 2030's or 2040's, or if I take after the grandparents mentioned above or my mom, in the 2050's. It's not really that far away.