Phone Calls to the Living

I’m busy…so busy I have time to watch “Burn Notice” and type a blog while sipping Kool-Aide and sitting on my couch. Did I mention I went tanning tonight…and in a conventional bed to boot (20 minutes). That is what I call my “personal time”.

Did you know that “time” wears roller blades and can move 75% faster then the average human being? I mean, it’s always getting away from me.

Plans, lots of them, chores, painting that picture, finishing an art project, getting a pedicure, having lunch with a friend, paying an overdue bill. Poof! You plan and then time speeds up, whipping right by you with a wink and a wave.

There are friends I have planned on calling each day for the last 44 days. Each day I wake up and say, I’m going to call Tonya or Stacy, and then “Poof!” there goes that biatch Time. Well now 45 days have passed, Tonya has forgotten my name and Stacy is working on her second marriage. Then this little voice in my head says, “tomorrow”. I want to snuff that little voice out.

My dog needed a vet check for a problem ear, well 3-weeks later and 293.00, he was diagnosed with a terrible ear infection. Actually the vet suggested that he might have allergies and needed a higher grade food. Of course, being the conscientious pet owner, I ran out and bought a 50.00 bag of dog food.

There I go, off on a tangent. That is another story, pets. Time, she is NOT my friend. Because of her my hair has silver strands sticking out at odd angles and the word “frizz” has entered my hair care vocabulary. My breasts no longer even resemble perky and are starting to look like depressed cantaloupes.

When a woman walks by me with what appear to be firm breasts I disdainfully comment about her boob job. Jealousy is also a new bitch in my life…again, another tangent and blog.

Time and phone calls. I truly intend to call the people I love, to take care of important details, to go to the gym, take the dogs for a walk, paint the house, create a plan for world peace and learn to like carrots, but TIME escapes me. It’s a cosmic joke beyond simple human understanding. It reminds me of playing hopscotch. You skip over the squares to land in the spot with the rock…unsteadily you bend on one leg to pick up that token..precariously balanced for those few moments.

Life and time seem to operate like this on a routine basis. So the next time you see Time, please tell her to stand still for a little while. Even if you have to wrangle her to the ground and hogtie her, do it. I have no desire to get much older or my breasts to end up like a second set of knees. Oh, and kindly ask her if she has a friend called Rewind. I need to borrow them too.

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2 thoughts on “Phone Calls to the Living

  1. You have captured what I go through every day, and most men do not. I have spent the last year trying desperatly to figure out how to manage my “chores” and then find “time” for myself to write that book, practice drums, piano, guitar (yeah, I had to learn three didn’t I?) read all my backdated magazines AND subscribntions, make my prototyes for my inventions, and then call my friends, clean the house…and find time to exercise.
    Picking up dog hair…I have not solved that time bandit…unless I invent a universal sucking vacuum that hangs from the ceiling and comes out every hour.

    It’s a bitch. Time was the ultimate torture invented by a pagan God somewhere and put in the mouth of the dying Steve Jobs, “You are all going to die.”

    He just forgot to add: after you boobs turn to…soft boiled eggs.

    Keep up the good writing and thanks for visiting my site!

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