When you are already living, working, playing, and let’s face it…doing everything in close quarters, TIME can get away from you. When you see the same faces and same walls and same fur balls and same Cheerios on the floor…(quick aside- if you have kids in your house, and they eat Cheerios, you will have a Cheerio in your house forever. This is a basic fact of Cheerio Truth. Just Sayin’. There is always a stray Cheerio. Under the couch. Next to the refrigerator. Stuck to my sock. But…that is not the reason I write tonight.

Time is our gift right now. Has been since the Pandemic Pandemonium peppered our peaceful lives with quarantine policies and guidelines and stuff. But when you have a moment of time to escape the Holiday Zoom Insanity and other Christmas Chaos Traditions and all you want is a moment of peace and serenity sitting on top of your porcelain throne…and the moment when you finally exhale as you realize no one knows where you are for 14 seconds…then…instead of hearing Silver Bells or Santa’s Sleigh, or the Little Drummer Boy…No- you hear the words that threaten your nirvana.

“Hey Dad, how long ya gonna be?,” not exactly the words that inspire meditation or peacefulness or serenity. But the words that mean that your time is being marked. Counted. Like punching into work and your time card stamps a time that says I went into the bathroom at 7:15 PM and left at 7:24 PM. I am sure everyone has a family story somewhere where patience was measured by how long people would be willing to wait for their turn in the bathroom. I wholeheartedly support schedules and alarm clocks but I also think TIME doesn’t need to be the focus when all you want to do is perform a bowel movement in peace. Just sayin’.

Thankfully the time I saved after my eviction from my hideout gave me the opportunity to walk Wally. On icy sidewalks. With limited visibility. So, we have now leapt from the possibility of a peaceful porcelain throne deposit action that was sadly cut short and straight into the most horrifying Winter Olympic Event created. Dog pulling blind man down the icy sidewalk where every step threatened to end in a pile of brittle bones and doggie drool. But- thanks for coming to the blog because I took the TIME to slow down. And as I weaved around traffic, puddles, pizza crusts, and other unidentified objects, I once again was filled with gratitude for the TIME we have to reflect, renew, and grow stronger. I hope that we can focus less on “How long ya gonna be” and more on “Everything in good time…”

I love to preach, talk, teach, and I have to say that whenever my kids hear me say…”you know…the Greeks actually had 2 words for TIME…” the eyes roll and I never get a chance to finish my point. So…here it is. There is a TIME for everything. We just do not always know what TIME it is or will be.

Thanks for Coming!