I wonder how many times I’ve written about “Time” during the whole time I’ve been writing this daily blog?
The word “Time” has appeared in a Year(s) of Living Non-Judgmentally title this many times:
Day 224: Reasons why I shouldn’t spend too much time in our hotel room blogging this morning
Day 289: Sometimes, it just helps to you know you’re not alone
Day 332: A Once in a Lifetime Day
Day 460: Time and space continued
Day 673: Let’s Move/Time of the Season
Day 863: I haven’t got time for …
Personally, I’m glad I took the time to find all those previous posts about time.
If you had time to read another one of my blog posts today, which of those posts would you choose? I hope you have time to answer that question and to let me know why you made that choice. If you don’t have the time to do that, I understand.
I shall now take the time to tell you which of those posts I would re-read, if I had the time:
- Day 443: Changes in time, because I assume it’s about changing the clocks by an hour (as we did again last night) and
- Day 576: No Absolute Time, because I assume it includes a great tune by Jean-Luc Ponty.
However, because so much time has passed since I wrote those two posts, I’m not sure if my assumptions (times 2) are true.
I’m not going to take the time to read any old posts of mine this morning, because I need to take some time to pick up and move three pieces of furniture for my new office at various times through the day. And because I need to rely on the kindness and time of others, I need to figure out some tricky time challenges, to make this all work. Plus, I want to leave some time for myself just to relax. I mean, isn’t that the way one should spend time, over a weekend, before it’s time to go back to work?
Now, I’m going to take the time to see if there are any new photos about time biding their time on my iPhone.
Here are the photos I took time to take yesterday when I was spending time with my downstairs neighbor Karen, my son Aaron, and/or my boyfriend Michael — all time well spent:
I shall now take the time to tell you that this …
.. is entirely made of candy (except for the wood), according to my neighbor Karen.
Here‘s another song about time from a long time past, performed by a local group from Boston:
Unlike Orpheus, I CAN find the time to tell you this:
- Several times while I’ve been writing this post, my son’s alarm has gone off, because he’s taking the time to help me move furniture this morning and
- If my long-time friend Janet is reading this post, I’m assuming she might take the time to tell me that the band Orpheus is actually from her home town of Worcester, Massachusetts, not Boston.
Like 1167-or-so previous times, it’s time for me to thank all those who helped me create this post and also you — of course! — for taking the time to visit, here and now.
