{"id":12808,"date":"2017-02-23T15:30:42","date_gmt":"2017-02-23T19:30:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bluefootedmusings.com\/?p=12808"},"modified":"2017-02-23T15:30:42","modified_gmt":"2017-02-23T19:30:42","slug":"ramblings-about-time","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/bluefootedmusings.com\/?p=12808","title":{"rendered":"Ramblings About Time"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I haven&#8217;t done nearly as much with my vacation time as I had hoped I would. I allowed myself to be distracted by Facebook and Twitter and the events of the outside world. Maybe that was inevitable, but that doesn&#8217;t make it OK. I must separate myself from social media and the news more often in the future. It&#8217;s not doing me any good.<\/p>\n<p>My mother visited for a few days. She came because she wanted to go clothes shopping for the kids. We did that, and very successfully. While she was here, I spent a lot of time just sitting around with her in the dining room, she on her computer, me on mine. This is how we spend time together. Maybe it&#8217;s not the best way, but it is our way. We also ate meals together, all five of us. We went on a book-shopping expedition. We played many rounds of Uno, which was fun. The kids especially enjoyed it.<\/p>\n<p>I could blame both the social media and my mother for my failure to get much done during my time off from work. The snow on the ground didn&#8217;t help with my plans to check out some new hiking areas. But the truth is that I didn&#8217;t feel like doing much. Maybe sleeping late and doing very little was just what I needed. Sleeping late sure felt nice.<\/p>\n<p>The thing that bothers me is that my vacation is almost over now, and I feel like I could have used my time better. This thought could not have been brought home in a more profound way than by finding out that one of my coworkers died last week. Stupid me, I had to check my e-mail yesterday, so I got the sad news sooner than I ought to have. I did not know him well, but he was part of my life, and now there is a hole in my Universe where he existed for over twenty years. He was elderly, so no one could say that he didn&#8217;t get his fair allotment of time, but that doesn&#8217;t make me feel better about the idea that time does eventually run out.<\/p>\n<p>I suppose I shouldn&#8217;t be too hard on myself, though. It&#8217;s not like I didn&#8217;t do anything with my vacation time. In addition to the things I already mentioned, I played my piano almost every day. I shopped for and bought new shoes, which I needed. I explored a new bookstore. I wrote some blog posts. I went through my memory boxes and threw away everything that no longer spoke to me, and now there are two fewer boxes taking up space in my closet. I read more of my book about Herodotus, and I will probably finish it within the next few days. I did some cleaning and laundry. I watched a movie with my husband. I worked on my annual photo album.<\/p>\n<p>I also scheduled a two-day family getaway for later this year. That will be a good use of my future time. The kids will be so excited when they find out. For now I&#8217;m keeping it a secret. I may not even tell them where we&#8217;re going until we get there. I want to see the look on their faces when they realize where they are.<\/p>\n<p>I have three and a half days left before I have to go back to work. I need to decide how best to spend that time, so that will be my next mission for today. I&#8217;m going to go do that now.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I haven&#8217;t done nearly as much with my vacation time as I had hoped I would. I allowed myself to be distracted by Facebook and Twitter and the events of the outside world. 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