Time and snow

Thoreau said "Time is the stream I go a-fishin' in".



Working 40 hours per week,being gone from home a minimum of 10 hours
every day,has, in effect,destroyed any concept of time I had. I am
reduced to working and errands,really. I have precious little time for
taking pictures,woods,finding boxes,blogs,rivers,friends.Dan got me a
GPS for Christmas ,because I used to get lost looking for letterboxes.
Sadly, I haven't looked for a box since Nov.19. I use the GPS for a
shortcut to work.

I am grateful that my teeth will be cared for,but it's a shame I had to relinquish my soul. Call me Sarah Bernhart,but,really,do you have to choose between care of the teeth and care of the soul?

The days of leaving for work at 4pm and being back by 11pm are long gone. Tonite
it is going to snow a foot,perhaps more,adding at least 2 hours to my
day tomorrow.I am absolutely not a morning person,but during the winter
break we are all scheduled in at 7am. So,at 3:30 when the alarm goes off,I will try to be grateful
to have a job.And the prospect of dental,if I make it through my
probationary period.

I made a conscious decision 10 years ago to retire,that is, to work less and live more. I was 30 and chose the option of having less stuff and more time. When everybody else my age was running around
trying to have kids,get big jobs,buy homes and cars,I was off under a
tree,looking up at the sky. I thought I had gotten a deal from the universe,that if I didn't want all that stuff,I wouldn't have to participate in the race to get and keep it all. Yet, here we are,trying to decide between getting up at 3:30 or 4am. The last 10 years have been good,but I guess I was wrong.

It's midnight Cinderella. Get your bucket and stop your complaining.Oh,and cue the violins.