When Time Stops

Yesterday the vacuum broke. It was old.

No vroooommmmm, merely a rancid smell of burning electrical. It’s time was up.

Later in the day I’m out with the dog and I receive a call from my cousin that my dear Uncle Len had collapsed and was in the hospital. This is the type of call that when you receive it, you drop what you are doing.

I was at the dog park so headed straight for the Emergency ward. He was in good spirits. The doctors were taking good care of him.

Then the most unusual thing happened.

I’d plugged the parking meter for three hours. Thinking I’d dwell there while I could and spend the precious time needed to provide him with all the moral support I could.

The doctor came and went. Throwing a humourous comment to the effect of, “You’re an old man, what do you expect?”
Truly, we all chuckled.

Then I went to glance at my watch for the usual time check. Habit.

The screen was completely blank. Clearly the battery had died.

Or was it the moment I was in.

When really, time stops.

When family calls.

Nothing else matters.

How Grass Grows

All of a sudden it needs mowing again.

I drive by the park everyday. Some days there are dogs. Other times it’s empty.

Blissful with the backdrop of Victoria’s Inner Harbour.

Time again to mow it.

My, how time flies.

Before you know it the day turns to night. It’s sleep time. Wake-up now. A new day!

Another season comes. A full moon. A birthday. Christmas. A New Year.

Like the moon revolving around the Earth. The sun in the sky.

A child grows up into an adult.

We live.

We die.

And the grass?

My, how the grass grows.

Time Snails

“I need to go!” I jerked into the phone frantically.

Perhaps it has been said. Time moves slowly.

In a manner of speaking - maybe for some.

But when it comes to strategizing an allotment for here and there, doing this and doing that. Not so.

There’s never enough.

Maybe eliminate the shuteye? Seven hours required for full-on focus daylight hours. For me anyway!

So where?

True enough, we do with what we have. Yet, an overabundance of commitments can’t always justify existence. Wondering out loud. Hope to cope?
Cut back. Do a good job of what you know you can with the time you have.

P.S. No self-procrastination allowed.

Dial up the to-dos. Get it done. Then move on.

Somehow in my mind, I feel so much pressure. No matter what. It’s like I’m zapped with “GET IT DONE NOW!”

Until today, I twirl around with that connotation. To be reminded not to forget the important stuff. Like the dream. To speak clearly. To speak slowly. To slow down, sit down and shut down. To allow myself to be.  

And to instead say, “I should get going soon,” rather then “I need to go!”

By allowing the time to snail.