Merry Christmas, from Countryside Concrete
We are wrapping up the year and merging into the Christmas holiday. And another season of concrete is history. When you come to the end of the season and look back, somehow time seems to have moved a lot more quickly than the nights you sit watching concrete dry.
They say time keeps speeding up as you get older. Obviously, it doesn’t, but it sure seems to. I just recently learned the plausible explanation for that reality. Time doesn’t speed up, but every year you get older, the less percentage of your life that year is.
When you are 5 years old, then one year is 20 percent of your entire life lived so far. Which is just short of eternity for a 5-year-old.
But when you are 50, that year has now become only 2 percent of your life to date, and as noted, they zip by rapidly. The perspective and experience that one year affords is much smaller.
This theory also explains why a teenage worker wonders why on earth he hasn’t received a wage raise after 4 months, and his boss thinks he only started yesterday around noon.
The frenzied erosion of time. What to do. I can only suppose if it stopped it would be worse. It would have to be. I’m just trying to think here. Imagine you are donating blood, and time stopped. Or the person with bad breath beside you on the airplane turns to say something, and time stops. I don’t know. I think it’s better if it flies.
Thank you for supporting Countryside. Our team really appreciates that. And thank you for reading this email every month, I appreciate that too. If you would like to reach out to me with conversation or ideas, or you would like to berate the Trowel Spin to relieve stress, please do. Simply respond to this email and it comes directly to me.
I would like to wish you a restful holiday. I wish you and your loved ones lots of good-will and a wonderful and successful 2026. And remember, time flies and concrete dries. Just not always at the same time.
Merry Christmas,
