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Topic: Time( 11/15/12)
Foiling the Foiler
By Wilma Schlegel
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Tick-tock, tick-tock tick-tock, tick-tock.
Time. Ticking. Away. Forever.
Did she hear it too? Let’s see what she’s going to do about it, if anything.
I’ve had a great time with her for the last twenty-four hours.
Last night I merely suggested she have a tiny piece, a nibble, of that double chocolate cheesecake (it was low fat and what harm could a skinny little slice do her?) Is it my fault that she so easily turns into an undisciplined glutton after hours?
No, it isn’t. I merely make suggestions to add a little fun to her boring existence.
She went to bed late and didn’t sleep well.
She got up with the second sounding of the alarm. She might have gotten up with the first, but I suggested that she could use a little more sleep. She’s a pretty important gal at the university - she needs to be at her best. More sleep could make her late, less sleep and she might not be nice to other people.
Oh!!! Such a pity. I win either way!
Well, she looked awful. It took ten extra minutes to cover that sallow skin and those deep, deep bags around her eyes.
I reminded her that more fresh fruits and veggies might help her with that.
Ah, poor thing. Did I make her feel guilty? There’s no way to free herself from that.
I see she won’t be taking that ‘special’ book of hers down from the shelf. Hey, I don’t mind that she has one. (She actually has five of them if anybody’s counting.) She mumbles something about taking time later for a devotional. Yeah, right.
Well, when she saw the frost on her windshield she said, “You’ve got to be kidding - I don’t have time for this today!”
I suggested she ‘decorate’ that word ‘time’ with some flowery language, but she didn’t listen to my reasoning. She just whipped out an old credit card (it was really a new one, but she’ll figure that out later) and slashed away at that frost for all of ten seconds. Then she jumped behind the wheel.
Well guess what she said to the old-timer in the trusty old Ford who was driving too slowly ahead of her?
You don’t want to guess? Fine. Who cares? I don’t.
She got to work late and she took a guilt-laden, bad attitude in with her.
She didn’t have any time to go over notes. She didn’t have time to get that glass of water she sips when her mouth goes dry. She didn’t have time for stupid questions.
I reminded her that whoever said, “There are no stupid questions,” was obviously clueless about her job.
Here’s a gem: That timid student in her third period class picked today to try to talk to her!
“I don’t have time today,” she barked out in response. (It will take days for the timid one to recover. Bravo I say, I wasn’t even working on that project!)
She felt lousy for the rest of the day and certainly didn’t get any accolades. And, no surprise here, (but my daily mission accomplished) - she didn’t win any souls for the kingdom of God. Boo hoo. Lets see - that’s 9,125 days that I can remind her that she’s been useless!
She got home and didn’t take time to cook a decent meal. She didn’t have anything to take to her sick neighbor so she didn’t visit. (I asked her how many visitors does a sick person have strength for, anyway?).
She didn’t call her mother. I freshened her mind about how her mother didn’t drop by last week like she said she might. Mom will understand anyway, she’ll always be there.
Now it’s late, the television’s off - seconds are ticking by. Time for more cheesecake?
Ahh - she’s crying.
You poor, deserving one. Life is so unfair, isn’t it?
Oh no!!! She’s reaching for that book! No, no, this is all wrong. Not your desk with it’s sturdy chair and good lighting, don’t go there! Go to that ultra cushy chair if you have to read that book - you need the sleep.
Why doesn’t she listen? Oh, I hate this.
Stop, stop - you’re killing me here!
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