I was in San Diego yesterday afternoon sitting at the bar of the newly remodeled Karl Strauss Brewery/Restaurant in Sorrento Mesa enjoying one of their great tasting, handcrafted beers. As I sat there sipping my brewsky, staring out at the lush green landscape and beautiful coy pond and falls adjacent to the dining area I began thinking about the first time I ever came to Karl Strauss. I believe it was back in the summer of 1990, about a year after Karl opened his micro brewery in downtown San Diego, one of the first in San Diego County. My cousin Dave a born and bred Budweiser man like myself, but ever willing to experiment, had found Karl’s one a previous trip and wanted to share his find with us. So off we went to San Diego and a new adventure in the joys of tasting micro-brewed beers was born and continues today. Thanks Dave.
A few years later the Sorrento Mesa Karl’s opened and of course we had to check it out. Its location was a bit strange, smack dab in the middle of a business district surrounded by tall buildings. The brewery/restaurant sits on the site of a former Japanese Restaurant and is beautifully landscaped, plenty of bushes and trees, garden paths and of course the falls and coy pond. Totally awesome! And it’s still just as beautiful today 20 years later. I nearly choked on my beer! 20 YEARS! “WHERE THE HELL DID THE ALL THE TIME GO?
It really doesn’t seem like that long ago that Dave, Wallie, Raylene and I were sitting here at Karls having brunch on a beautiful Sunday afternoon talking, laughing and listening to jazz. 20 years ago, unreal! Well you know what they say, (whoever they are) “Time flies when you’re having fun.” Hell, it flies even when you’re not having fun! This sensation of ‘time flying” is nothing new. It’s been written about for centuries. In 1838 in his poem, “A Psalm of Life” H.W. Longfellow writes of the passage of time;
“Art is long and Time is fleeting, and our hearts though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating funeral marches to the grave.”
In other words, time flies and every passing day brings us closer to our graves, so we should live in the present and strife to make our lives better. And whatever we accomplish, our writing, painting, music, whatever, will last long after we’re gone. Good thought. The past is dead, the future uncertain, so all we have is now. Carpe Diem! Actually the poem touches on much more, including the afterlife and is quite beautiful. I highly recommend reading it.
With that said, let me tell you, “Growing old is a bitch.” It really is. My mind doesn’t seem to get any older, Okay, I confess I do forget things from time to times, but aside from that my mind still feels young. It may be 62 like the rest of me, but it still thinks it’s 25. (well, maybe 35) Now my body, well that’s another story. My shell is wearing away. I’ve learned the hard way that there are some things I just can’t do anymore, my body just won’t let me and I take so much longer to heal. It’s a real downer. Then there are those all the little aches and pains that are beginning! Lately I find myself making those old people noises when I get up from the couch, climb out of bed or get out of my car. Actually, now that I think of it, I’ve been making those noises for quite awhile. I wish there was some way to trick my body into feeling 25 again. Fat chance.
My God, 62 years old! There are so many things I haven’t done, so many things I haven’t tried. I know that if I would use my time wisely I might be able to accomplish many of them, but learning how to get the most out of each day is a hard skill to master. Somehow, no matter how hard I try, the days just continue to slip away. I used to think that when I retired I’d have all the time in the world. Well I’ve been retired for a year now and time is still managing to slip away. The elusive nature of time is amazing.
Of course I have learned a lot on my journey. I’ve acquired a fair amount of knowledge and wisdom from my 62 years of life’s lessons, but I’m still far from the man I want to be, the man I know I can and should be. Believe me I’m trying! Every day I tell myself “Today will be the day. Today will be the day I become kinder, gentler, more caring and loving.” Then something happens and all my good intentions fly out the window. It may be hopeless but I choose to believe it is possible, and that one day I will succeed. Maybe tomorrow will be the day. I sure hope so…
Just a Thought…