I seem to be having trouble making decisions. I make many of them, but there is about 20% of all things, I just can’t, they befuddle me?
Recently a friend wrote on her Facebook page, that she well be; “very happy to put this year in the can!”
Which caused me to ask, which can? I rather not recycle the year that has been. Then again tossing it into rubbish, is less than a pleasant thought- like why bother, there must be something salvageable here- so maybe it needs more thought? So there we are with that third pile, that only I seem to have?
I recently decided to clear the clutter and clean off my desk. When I had finished there were 4 piles, not even the usual 3??? Regardless to say, that my desk is still unusable. And I’m still quite uncertain about what I just gave ‘the toss’ to?
I have receipts that need to be recorded before they are filed. And another pile of things I need to do today, like pay my bills, and return phone calls. I have a pile for my projects, and a pile for projects heaped on me by others, that I need to make even more phone calls on. And then alas there is a heap here of things that should be filed, that are old enough that I don’t know where, which kind of means refiled, as if I have the time for that. And instead, I would rather whine about it.
I always think I’m going to dive head first into this stuff, and just get it all done. And that normally happens on Sunday, when I can’t get most of it done, once most are out enjoying there two days of Sabbath. In case you don’t know, we have two days because being a secular society. Saturday has always been the sabbath, but most Christian’s choose to worship on Sunday, to start their week in God’s graces (it’s a New Testament vs. Old Testament thing). To me, this is all too much linear thinking, but I do need the two days off, when I’m forced to preform for others day in and day out, so I do appreciate it.
Our calendar puts time into the linear. We think in weeks, while nobody writes down it’s ‘week 51+1 day’. Our calendar slices up time into 12 months, of approximately 30 days each, every 4 years, except the 400th year, having a leap year, all to keep the Summer Solstice on June 21 each and every year- why, I have no idea? Makes as much sense to me as October being 10th month of the year, rather than 8th which it’s named after? Clearly Julius and Augustus really didn’t count, after all? Clearly, I’m just as important as either one of them, but I’m not stuffing the calendar with my own 28 much less 31 days- Clearly, that would fuck up June 21 being the first day of Summer every year! And would make December the 13 month, rather than the 10th month of the year- which we know would be totally wrong just by name!
To me time is clearly as circular as my analog clock. It really has no beginning or end. I will pass away, and time will march on without me. Life is what it is, and will last until it is no more. Those who believe that it will last until God interrupts it, should have a very long wait ahead of them. At least I hope they have a very long wait ahead of them, because I don’t see this cycle of life ending suddenly without a drastic act of God, and I would sure hope not to be the witness to that. Truly when you think of it, we are all witnesses to mass extinction- we know it does happen on this tiny volatile planet. But clearly, it doesn’t happen often enough for some? Which clearly means that either God is happy, or that God is slow to anger, or that God himself has a third pile too?
If I were smart, I would have stopped right there on a punchline. But as you know, can’t let it go. I really must wonder why time isn’t measured more analog? Why isn’t it, 12 o’clock AM being Sunrise of June 21, year after year. Why on Earth would January 1st be some magical day, starting in the middle of the night? Shouldn’t and wouldn’t you really rather sleep, rise early, and coffee in the new year with a feast of raised cakes and doughnuts, and to be witness to the longest day of the year, nice and warm, rather than celebrate in the dark such arbitrary linear spot in time in middle of Winter with dry goods and nuts, on a month named after a pagan Goddess, which is neither the middle of the night, or the shortest day of the year?
Anyway, this last week of the year, I’d like to tidy things up. But it is organized to be disorganized, it’s no wonder I have 3 or more piles? And there are those who dare to say, that I am the odd man? When I didn’t make this shit up- someone else did. 8th day after Christmas- indeed! They try to make the illogical logical, is all there is to it. And I sure can’t wait for the Rose Parade, but oddly enough, the month of Roses is actually in…
