4 posts tagged “time”
Feeling out of sorts that my memories are not staying put in their hermetically sealed mental compartments.
How dare people live, evolve, and generally move on with their lives.
Why aren't you all where I left you?
I thought I finally had you organized, somewhat figured out, a semblance of order,
and here you are surprising me with all this growing up nonsense.
The nerve.
The gall; continuing to live after the time we knew each other.
Least you could do is not leave clues where I might stumble, unawares, upon your updated info.
Now I have to revisit/reorder how I feel about everything all over again.
I think it's going to be a good thing,
or rather it is already a good thing, and I will come to that realization eventually.
Going to need a bigger brain, and a bigger bottle of tequila.
Excuse me, I must intoxicate, inebriate, and otherwise imbibe.
Tis far better to have a known a breeze that passed, than never to have felt the wind at all.
Yes, I stole the spirit of that from Alfred Lord Tennyson's poem In Memoriam:27, 1850
When real life picks up I find I don't mind missing PC time at all.
Days or weeks go by without checking email.
Blog entries from others stack up that seem like they should be gotten to.
Meanwhile, mine are the anti-matter of the blogosphere.
I know things happened on those days, but nobody can see it.
Just gaping holes of nothing in the record.
Joined the YMCA these past couple of weeks and picked up the old routine without a beat missing.
Summer finally turned off and with it the humidity and the air conditioning.
The girls are active all their waking hours.
Eldest is a big girl now, with a backpack, lunch box, and school projects to be brought home for the front of the fridge.
Then a breeze picks up making it absolutely perfect out of doors.
I pick up a Shiner Bock from the fridge (Spoetzl Brewery, Shiner, Texas), the bucket of sidewalk chalk for the girls and make for the patio and my soft padded chair in the shade.
Begin the countdown until the wife comes home from work.
Pullin' That Train
You take what you get
You make your own chances
Making money spends time
And time spends your money
When you're out on the town
The world's under attack
You know what you're needing
Gonna have a damned time
Never too cool to scoff at a chance
Get a piece to get by and don't pretend at romance
It's hard to be bored when you're always at work
Ramen noodles in a bucket and a hotdog in my hand
It's harder to waste money
When you don't have the time to spend.
Frugal by choice
That choice keeps you frugal
Hard to piss and moan when you're always late to something
From job to job with a frozen burrito in your bag
It's hard to make plans when you cover for a flake to pick up a double
Keep a corndog in your jacket because it happens so often.
But when you're out on the town
The world's under attack
If you're gonna part with your money
It's gonna be worth it
Never too high-brow to miss out on a chance
You take what you get to get in her pants
Making money spends time
And time spends your money
You make what you have
And take your own chances
Ramen noodles in a bucket and a hotdog in my hand
Walk from job to job with a frozen burrito in your bag
Today just never got light.
Clouds and drizzle with pre-dawn hazy grey.
Tree-lines, shifty as thieves in the fog.
Moments of clarity, edging distinct, then blurring into ill defined shadows.
For me as well.
The littlest one was up every two to three hours last night for 30 minutes at a stretch.
Night, dawn, morning, noon, afternoon, early evening.
The clock is meaningless.
Days like this I realize how subjective it is, our notions of time passing and our methods of defining these intervals.
I made oven fries for breakfast.
I poured a bowl of cereal for lunch.
I made a ham and cheese sandwich on a croissant for dinner.
Days like this I don't answer the phone, purely on principal.
Just for the sake of breaking the socially conditioned response.
My wife has been away on business for three days and won't be back until late evening tomorrow.
I will strive to attain the lucidity to drive to the airport by then.
"Purple Haze"
Jimi Hendrix
Purple Haze was all in my brain,
lately things don't seem the same,
actin' funny but I don't know why
'scuse me while I kiss the sky.
Purple Haze all around,
don't know if I'm coming up or down.
Am I happy or in misery?
Whatever it is, that girl put a spell on me.
Purple Haze was in my eyes,
don't know if it's day or night,
you've got me blowing, blowing my mind
is it tomorrow or just the end of time?
