27 years

The thought today brings about the number 27. Insignificant number really until one uses it to measure time. So many things happen in 27 minutes, days and years. In 27 minutes I can make popcorn on the stove and a cup a tea. I can watch the five o’clock news with time to spare. In 27 days I can go from hiking a three mile trail of the Northern Cascades with to not being able to get out bed because of MS. During the last 27 days I have performed spoken word poetry 6 times in various bookstores, coffee houses and bars. I also learned that Ravenna Third Place Books is revamping into a full fledge restaurant, of which, my heart is broken and I must now find another place to hang out in. Also I learned that Mother’s Cookies are no longer on the shelves. Although I have not eaten them in years it was always a comfort to know they were there if I wanted them. In the last 27 years rap has morphed into hip-hop and become global. Oprah is now a household name and CNN is the premier news source. In the last 27 years I have met and married Bob and became mom to Alexander and Adam Jordan, raised them and sent them off to college. In the last 27 years, I have moved six times, from Davis to Sacramento to Seattle. I would have never thought that I would not see my fly brother Kenny die or that he would not meet my youngest son. I could not imagine living here in Seattle, a big city that I have come to love, such farfetched ideas and events did not cross my 16 year old mind. Since 1981 we have run through five presidents with a sixth to be voted in soon, saw an economic boon and a depression and a black man win the Democratic Nomination to run for president. Hot Damn! Life came so fast and furious that it makes my head spin. I wonder now what is going to see in the next 27 years. Would we see even more important inventions such World Wide Web, personal computers and cell phones? How about Doppler radar, 24 hours of news, and HBO? The thought of my sons even thinking about getting married and having children freaks me out. I mean come on….me, a grandmother? In 27 more years, I will be 70 years old. Whoa! I would be older, my breasts will be more southern than I ever could be and things would have changed and hopefully I would have made the right choices to be living a good life and my children will have done the same. I want to be confident enough to know that God would bless me with the saying “Well done, my good and faithful servant (Matt. 25:23)”. I don’t know if I will achieve this, but I do know I will have tried. 27 years is long time and anything is possible. Anything. I know I will change and so will things around me, I just hope it’s mainly for the good cause 27 years is a long time. (Note to Donald…be safe and make the right choices from here on out).