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I woke up this morning angry at a FedEx driver who was never supposed to come.

I dreamed that he’d come back to our house a couple of days after the delivery was supposed to take place….and had given me the excuse that the package (that didn’t need a signature) hadn’t been delivered because no one had been home.

I yelled at him….because we had been home…and because he didn’t beep the horn…or come to the door….or TRY to deliver the package at all.

WT….Heck?

Why am I dreaming about that the first night into the New Year?

The day that Jenny had her oral surgery, I was slicing my hand open on the cabinet of our rusty washing machine….trying to get the washer freed up so it would spin out the water again.

I greased it….and the shaft let loose and… it was spinning away.

I had to take it apart to grease it….and then, after putting it all back together, had to take it apart again to put the part on that I’d put out on the lawn when I took it all apart the first time.

While I was cleaning up all the water that came out when I tipped it over to work on it, Jenny was getting her throat lanced.

I should have been there with her.

What the heck, though? A new year doesn’t come around for anger and regret. I shouldn’t dwell on the latter and RELEASE THE KRAKEN on the former.

I have better things to do with my life… and time…. than that.

Anyway, this time comes around in such little chunks that burn up and blow away so easily.

It’s hard to light a mature oak tree on fire, but if you split it down into little pieces, you can light it with a single match.

Man…if you break it down far enough, you could light it with a magnifying glass!!

YOU COULD LIGHT IT WITH A MAGNIFYING GLASS!!!

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YOU COULD ILLUMINATE….EXPAND….SEE IT MORE CLOSELY AND MORE TRULY THAN YOU’D EVER HAD A CHANCE TO SEE IT….LET THE SUN SHINE THROUGH AT JUST THE RIGHT ANGLE…AND WATCH IT BURN AND FLY AWAY….ALL WITH THE HELP OF MAGNIFICATION!!

Little chunks are easy to burn.

I don’t have time to burn.

Even if I could take a really close look at the time and consider where it goes, I’d probably still find a way to burn through my days.

I don’t have time to burn….but I burn it anyways.

I wonder why you only get a true photograph of the time you spent when the vacation is over?

What a liability it is that we can measure our lives in minutes.

A minute is a tinder dry little chunk…it burns so easily.

Why don’t we get a chance to see the whole tree when it would do us some good?

That’s a revolution….resolution….to pay attention.

Time flies when you’re having fun.

Time flies when you’re not.

Time…just….flies.

 

And…whatever happened to Leo Sayer?

“another year” Leo Sayer

About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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