Thursday, January 28, 2010

time flies

Time flies when you’re having fun. And when you are not having so much fun as well. Time does seem to flow by faster with each passing year. With the arrival of another birthday, all I can say is, “Already?”

While heating a cup of coffee in the microwave this morning, I was struck by how frivolously we squander little bits of time without a second thought. I stood there watching the seconds of my life tick off, counted down by the microwave timer. How often have I done that in the past? How many days of accumulated microwave watching have I allowed to slip away unnoticed?
Waiting for the red light to change to green is another sliver of time that gets away while our minds wander aimlessly. If there is no traffic coming why not just run the light and save those 5 seconds to be used more productively somewhere else. How often have I picked the slowest checkout line at the supermarket? How many hours of lost time have accumulated there? I don’t want to really think about it, but once start I can’t stop thinking about all the little bits of time that have escaped before I realize what has happened.

If I have a slightly above average life span and live to celebrate my 80th birthday, I have only 18 more years to go. Not a lot of time. I tell my two children, both married and still delaying the grand child production I’m looking forward to, that if they don’t start pretty soon, I won’t be around to see my grandchild graduate from high school. They don’t seem to grasp the urgency that weighs on me.

So here today, as I celebrate my 62nd birthday, I can only hope that I don’t allow too much more time to pass, wasted and unnoticed. I don’t really like to think of another birthday as cause for celebration, since it is really one more step on the ever quickening journey to the end. I’m ready to stop keeping track and start using more of those precious moments that are still there for me. Stop counting already.

Monday, January 11, 2010

winter doldrums

Now it’s time again for the winter doldrums to set in. The football season effectively ended yesterday when the Packers lost. College football is already a distant memory. Basketball tournament time is still a couple months away.
The icy temps outside are decidedly inhospitable. I haven’t ventured out of the house for nearly a week now. except to shovel and blow the 8+ inches of snow we got last week.

My sore back is making the most rudimentary human moves nearly impossible. I’m swallowing Advil by the fistful all day and adding a dose of Baclefen at night so I can get through the night without excessive screaming. The Parkinsons tremors are gettingmore and more difficult to control. Probably need a meds adjustment there.

Despite all my whining, I still manage to get into the workshop on a regular basis. If I didn’t have that I would almost certainly go crazy. Just spending a couple hours a day creating interesting and sometimes wonderfully beautiful things is the elixer that keeps me going.

I've beeb turning some bowls out of the remnants of a tree that was cut down at the cottage a couple years ago. I don’t know the species of tree. The logs have been lying in a pile outside ever since the tree was cut and the wood has weathered and decayed with the help of ants and other intruders into some interesting figures and grains and patterns. The pieces are a challenge to turn because of the extensive rotting that has occurred. The resulting bowls have a wonderfully primitive quality to them. Here are some pictures of those bowls.

I still have about a dozen usable chunks of that tree still to play with, so at least I have that to take my mind off the nastiness of the winter season.