The Evil Clock
Einstein is quoted as saying, "Time is relative. Fifteen minutes working feels like an eternity. Fifteen minutes sitting with a pretty girl seems only an instant."
How true. The hands on my clock move like fan blades from the time I get up until I get to work, then they make up for all the time they ate up. Once at my desk, they move at glacial speed--before Al Gore told us all that we're melting the polar ice cap by driving Suburbans and Tahoes--which we may well be, but that's another story. At this writing, I'm waiting for grandbabies to come. One of my co-workers delivered twins, and lost one during the birth. I'm nervous. Can't help it. At least I'm closer than when I lived in Rockdale. Then, it was an eight hour drive, which would have only been 6-1/2 if you didn't have to drive through Ft. Worth. Here, the trip takes just over two hours.
Bad news is, I'm taking a graduate class over the next few weeks. Since it's a 3-weekend class, I can't afford to miss a session. And if you have ever paid graduate tuition these days, you know that one can hardly afford to fail. The call will probably come during class time.
Being "normal"--try and define that---WASPs, both of my daughters-in-law are doing things the time-honored traditional way. One plans to use a midwife at home and deliver her baby underwater in a kiddie pool in the living room. The other, a black belt, continued to compete in tournaments until a couple of weeks ago. Said she did pretty good. Claimed she didn't spar. It wouldn't have been fair, two against one.
I just stay out of their way. All I want is for healthy and happy grandchildren. You make sure for the healthy, and I'll do my part for the happy. Just don't scare me like you did with the last one. Fifty-two hours of labor in a midwife's home was a bit much. You can't do that to an old man.
In the meantime, the clock can't decide whether to blow me across the house or ruin the rods and cones in my eyes from staring at it. In the Bible, KJV, it says something about "Redeeming the time, because the days are evil," Eph. 5:16 I think, and "sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof," Matt. 6:34. In either case, the clock is evil. I didn't get my full weekend off, and my bedtime rapidly approaches. More work to do. More kids to annoy. So little time.
How true. The hands on my clock move like fan blades from the time I get up until I get to work, then they make up for all the time they ate up. Once at my desk, they move at glacial speed--before Al Gore told us all that we're melting the polar ice cap by driving Suburbans and Tahoes--which we may well be, but that's another story. At this writing, I'm waiting for grandbabies to come. One of my co-workers delivered twins, and lost one during the birth. I'm nervous. Can't help it. At least I'm closer than when I lived in Rockdale. Then, it was an eight hour drive, which would have only been 6-1/2 if you didn't have to drive through Ft. Worth. Here, the trip takes just over two hours.
Bad news is, I'm taking a graduate class over the next few weeks. Since it's a 3-weekend class, I can't afford to miss a session. And if you have ever paid graduate tuition these days, you know that one can hardly afford to fail. The call will probably come during class time.
Being "normal"--try and define that---WASPs, both of my daughters-in-law are doing things the time-honored traditional way. One plans to use a midwife at home and deliver her baby underwater in a kiddie pool in the living room. The other, a black belt, continued to compete in tournaments until a couple of weeks ago. Said she did pretty good. Claimed she didn't spar. It wouldn't have been fair, two against one.
I just stay out of their way. All I want is for healthy and happy grandchildren. You make sure for the healthy, and I'll do my part for the happy. Just don't scare me like you did with the last one. Fifty-two hours of labor in a midwife's home was a bit much. You can't do that to an old man.
In the meantime, the clock can't decide whether to blow me across the house or ruin the rods and cones in my eyes from staring at it. In the Bible, KJV, it says something about "Redeeming the time, because the days are evil," Eph. 5:16 I think, and "sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof," Matt. 6:34. In either case, the clock is evil. I didn't get my full weekend off, and my bedtime rapidly approaches. More work to do. More kids to annoy. So little time.
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