I don't know where the weekend went. Keith and I looked forward to Friday (Halloween) all week and now it's gone and another week is already underway.
Basically, my mate and I are children at heart. Our favorite vacation is a good day at the beach. Or Disney World. Second on the favorite list is cuddling up together to watch really *good* scary TV. We had thought last Friday night would be just such an event, but alas - it wasn't.
Our routine is a simple one. We both get up between 5:00 and 6:00 a.m. Keith is usually up first, I bring up the rear! He then does his thing and then sits down to the computer to play and answer e-mail. I just sit. For approximately an hour. Just sit. With coffee. And a cigarette (yes, now you know another of my nasty secrets). And I stare at the tube with the intent to watch the weather. Now I have estimated that from the time I wake to the time I haul myself off the couch to shower the weather is broadcast at least 4 times. I usually have to ask Keith on the way to work what the day's forecast will be. Nothing penetrates very well into my brain on a workday morning.
We usually leave for work around 7:00 - 7:30 a.m., both of us carpooling together. The commute takes approximately 15 to 40 minutes depending on the level of traffic and the awareness level of the other morning commuters. Upon arrival at work, we kiss goodby and then spend our respective days in working bliss. (?)
The end of the day usually brings much more excitement. Keith picks me up and we begin another indeterminate time commuting on our local freeway. Once home, he lets out the dog, I prepare both the dog's and the cat's evening meal, he comes back into the house, the dog and cat both eat, Keith changes clothes, I begin dinner preparations (for us "humans") and put away any groceries or items we brought in that night. Keith then takes our mighty dog back outside for his "after meal" walk and I change clothes. Somewhere within 30 to 45 minutes after walking in the door, we are ready for the evening.
Keith will then once again sits down to the computer - I crash on the couch or my favorite rocker. He usually balances our bank statement (on-line, electronic monster) and I begin that evening's crochet or knit project. Finally, after about an hour of this we settle in for a quiet evening of whatever. And that whatever usually ends up being very bad TV. Consequently - we look forward to a little "excitement" in our lives.
Halloween night had promise. "The Visitor" and "Millenium" were both scheduled and I had reasonable expectations that their coincidental fall on the "scary" night of ghouls and goblins would bring, well, interesting storylines, at the least. In my humble opinion - we got the least.
Keith and I don't ask much. Just for a little entertainment once in awhile on the "tube". Neither he nor I are big on venturing far outside the home after we are in for the night so, after a day of labor and with minds worn out from indentured servitude, we look for that little glowing box in our living room for entertainment.
And we are usually disappointed. Just like we were last Friday night!
So now I sit here, trying to figure out why it has taken me until this time of the evening to create an entry and I realize that I have lost at least 3 hours of my life tonight. And doing what, I ask myself? Watching senseless programming on the black box of home entertainment. I have spent at least three hours living someone else's life vicariously, and I haven't even enjoyed it.
So why? Why did I waste my precious time? I think it is because I am getting much older much more quickly now, for some reason. I am more tired now, than I used to be after 9 hours of work, and because I just don't think about what I do or don't do very often until it's too late. Literally - too late. And by then, it's time for bed and there is no more mental energy left to properly evaluate my life (or frightening lack thereof).
Consequently, when I looked at the clock on the mantel tonight - I realized it really is later than I think, and do you know what? Because that internal clock is clicking and ticking incessantly, and if it does stop - like the one on the mantel is known to do from time to time, it will not be so easily wound again! Because of this, I think I had better start paying a bit more attention to what time it actually is and stop wasting it as if it flows from an indefinate source. Perhaps tomorrow, I will return to a good book or a favorite recipe, like I used to do not so long ago, and cherish the time that passes instead of questioning where it has gone.
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