Too Much Time?

 

I HAVE, IF YOU BELIEVE WHAT SOME PEOPLE ARE SAYING, A SMALL PROBLEM. They are saying subtly, and sometimes not so subtly, that they think that I have too much time on my hands.

I don’t think so.

And since I have only one good hand in operation my time, extra or not, is somewhat limited in its disposal. The time I will take to type up this blog posting will use any temporal overage I may have. When I am at the keyboard my fingers (all five of them) are flying across the keys at a blistering 5 – 6 words per minute. That apocryphal group of typing chimpanzees is faster than me and often more creative.

I’m not even all that sure what constitutes having “too much time” – especially for a 72 year old Geezer.  If I was 18 and unemployed I might qualify as someone with “too much time,” at least until I did something stupid and ended up fully employed in the State Prison laundry. Then my time would be transformed from “Too Much Time” to “Hard Time.”

Some people do seem to have too much time on their hands. Those folks are easy to spot. They are the ones who engage their brains in the pursuit of truly dumb stuff.

For example: The person, unknown to me, who made their brain cells sweat thinking up a new tongue twister – something we all need, right?

“How many Lowe’s would Rob Lowe rob if Rob Lowe did rob Lowes.”

THAT is from someone with too much of something alright.

Why some people think that I have too much time is a mystery to me. I’m retired for cryin’ out loud! For 47 years I was too busy with not enough time on my hands. Now that I am retired I am playing catch-up as far as time is concerned.

IMHO!

Part of this whole “Too Much Time” business comes from people who have no idea how difficult and time consuming it is to do this blog six days a week, write a novel (good or bad), or select the correct coupons for grocery shopping. These things take time, but not too much – on my hands or elsewhere.

I acknowledge that there are people who do seem to have too much time on their hands. Research has shown that overwhelming majority of them are either in Elective Office or writing about those people who are in Elective Office. These people spend most of their time chasing each other around town. It is sort of like a bunch of Manx cats, which are tailless, chasing other cats to see what they do with their tails. It’s an imagery thing – don’t spend too much time worrying about it.

Someday I hope to reach the point when I can have “too much time.” I’d use part of that time to take the odd nap in the afternoon. You can’t bank time for later use when you are in danger of coming up short. Of course, we all will come up short of time at some point in the future no matter how many people think that we still have “too much.” Time is like beer. You think that you own it, but in truth, you only rent it. You start off with a full glass, but sooner or later, you run through it, and it runs through you and goes away.

“Too much time on my hands.” Indeed.

Every second is precious and if I can make use of each second in a manner I see fit then I think that I am making good use of them. Contrary to that ancient song that says, “My time is your time,” my time is not your time. It is mine and mine alone to do with as I choose and what do I choose?

I choose to go take a nap.

 

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