:: More Hours In my Day!
a slice of time
“Time is an illusion.”
:: Albert Einstein
I have always heard the phrase, “There are enough hours in the day to accomplish what is important to you.” Yet, I pressure myself to fill every hour with a plan and must accomplish. I have a to do list (more of a binder full) that would make a turbo charged super hero weep in despair.
I think this obsession for mapping out every hour in my day comes from my great gift for dreaming and generally drifting off -- Waayyyy Off! And for my ability to focus (yes, I do have the ability to focus... on the non-essential) and my grand capacity for not seeing the obvious. I can get focused on researching a computer problem or spend a day working out a perfect menu with prettily printed cards. And probably not give myself time to actually prepare said meal let alone thaw the necessary ingredients. I can sit with a book and become a warm lap for the dachshunds only to discover it is 0300.... How many hours have I spent organizing my books, or the 'puter file systems? Time spent looking for a perfect piece of clipart... please don't ask! Why can't I see the floor needs to be vacuumed or the dishes are not in the dishwasher and yet mono-focus on cutting out more fabric for a new project. There just aren't the hours in the day.
One year the pained cry of, "More Hours in My Day!" made it to the top of my wish list. The Clock with No Time was subsequently presented to me by Dan and Brandy. Perfect! I now have as many hours in my day as I want. Time no longer moves at its linear and rather inconsiderate rate. No more hours and no more pressure.
See? I can have as many hours in the day as I wish.
My other clock is treasured. My sweetie found this ancient harddrive platter made into a clock on a trip Down Below. On the other side of the dachshund, it is one Little Bit would cheerfully let the rottie play with. She is not at all happy with it in it's present condition.
Notice the important missing hour. The missing numeral seven marks the hour to end all hours in her little brain, second only to Bedtime. It is the life sustaining Dinner Time! It is a clock with no Dinner Hour! How does she know I won't skip past and never, ever feed her again? She says she will surely starve! She is so cute sitting there hot footing her weight from paw to paw.
A clock made from an old computer harddrive platter.
All I have to do is keep an eye on Little Bit for the important hours in life... err, her life: feeding time at the zoo, pot-licking time, nap time, or time for She of the Wee Bladder to go out. And never will she allow me to miss the ever important Bedtime Bickies. I am always stunned at the dogs accurate sense of time. But come to think of it, we have noticed Little Bit is getting a little earlier every month in her attempt to shepherd the crew upstairs for bed. One should really listen to her and shut down earlier, the dachshund boys have yet to let me sleep to a descent hour.
So relax, I tell myself, you have enough time today to accomplish what is essential for today. Yes, you will have enough time to relax and dream. You will find the time just to sit and pet appreciative dogs (fish... not so appreciative). There will be a perfect time to write letters and catch up with friends lost in the chaos of depression.
wishing you a fresh pot of your favoute brew and time to dream,
Zuzia,
Stay Calm, Be Brave, Ban the Clocks! With love,
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jgs / |`= the Little Brown Bird