Posts Tagged ‘Inspire’

It was an innocent question from Miss Chaney who lives across the street from me.  She’s 11 years old and questions everything incessantly.  There aren’t always easy answers to her questions.  And she normally continues asking additional questions until she gets an answer that satisfies her.

It was monday morning and daylight savings time had just kicked in.  I was at my desk when the school bus pulled up, honked and left.  Then Trudy from across the street called and asked “Did the time change or something?!?”    I laughed at her confusion and confirmed that the time had indeed Sprung Forward.

She asked, as she raced off to work, if I could take the kids to school.  I told her I would indeed take the children for her but she would have to pay me back – not for taking the girls to school, but for answering the question I knew would come from Miss Chaney.  We laughed together as she admitted she hadn’t even told the children why they were late because she’d been in such a hurry herself.

I pulled into their driveway, the two girls got into my car and I waited, prepared with the best explanation I knew for Daylight Savings time.

We hadn’t gone very far when Chaney turned to me with a puzzled look on her face and asked her question, “What happened to the time?”

On the surface,  in that context, it was a pretty simple question.  She was satisfied with my answer about how the farmers needed more daylight time to get their fields plowed.

After I dropped the children off and came home, I contemplated the question itself.  I kept turning it around in my mind.  “What happened to the time?”  I thought about how many times I had asked myself that very question.  It usually comes up at graduations and weddings and funerals for me.  Or when children I used to babysit for show up with children of their own.  

I’m not sure I have any good answers today.  But I do encourage you to ask youself the question frequently as you wander through your days.  What happened to the time?  How did you spend it?  Did you have fun?  Did you reach your goals?  Did you give every moment of time the respect that it deserved?


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I woke up this morning and contemplated the mess I’ve made over the last week.  The table is covered with books and the comb bind bookmaker and papers and covers and all those little pieces of papers……. Well, it’s a mess. 

I laugh for a moment and remember a poem that made it to the Pink Book sometime in the late 80’s:

My kitchen looks

Like a disaster

The food is great

But what comes after

Makes me shudder

Shake and cringe

After a holiday

Cooking binge


I often wonder

what posesses

Me to make

so many messes……


It holds true even now, as I review the last few weeks.  Instituting our 2nd Saturday girls’ night was one heckuva mess.  I had forgotten how to make a milkshake and there was hot fudge and ice cream all over the kitchen.  Oh but they tasted good, I hear.

This week has been a week of relearning.  Working on a new adventure, using knowledge I haven’t touched in a while.  Reaching into my subconscious and finding the little tidbits of the prior goals that got lost in the chaos of life as we knew it.

It’s typical of me, I suppose.  I bury myself in a project until it’s complete when I can.  Then I step back, take a deep breath and clean up the mess I made in the process.   I can track this behavior in just about every area of my life – woodshop (oh my), cooking, learning….  Searching through books and websites to find the answers I already knew.

Re-establishing habits that will allow me to have the things I want in life. 

The line “I often wonder what posesses me to make so many messes” is suits me today.  Because I am reminded that, once I make the messes, I clean it up and leave that area of my life in a better way.

Happy Saturday, let the cleanup begin!


Addendum:  8:38 am.  The kitchen again looks like a kitchen.  Everything that has a place is in it’s place.  I reach over to the button on my desk, press it and listen to the voice “That was easy”.  It really was.

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