Trickling Past

The sand within the hourglass trickles, grain
By grain, and Time slips softly, wearily by,
And yet I hear majestic Wisdom cry
Out: tempus fugit! Time and time again
She's proven right that oft uttered refrain.
Time creeps silently on as, slowly, I
Slip into the past. He doth not wait - that sly
Devil moves, impossible to regain.

But that I would be able to resist
That power which draws me into futile thought!
'Tis not the past that I can alter, nay,
But the present! Allow me to desist
That sinister practice, which can help me naught,
And turn my mind toward the coming day.

Bridging the gap

A while back...sorta when school started, but slightly after that maybe, I started to feel something. I started to feel a gap between me and my best friends. I put it off to the side, thinking that I was probably imagining it. I was being a paranoid freak, and it would pass.

It didn't. It bugged me on and off for about two, two and a half weeks before I finally mentioned it yesterday evening to one of these best friends. He told me, very logically, that if there indeed had been a gap, I would not have bothered to finally mention that I felt one, and thus reassured me that it really was my imagination.

But what if I hadn't talked it out? Would the imaginary gap have grown into a real one? It's a distinct possibility.

Perhaps I ought to keep this in mind in the future. A quick word about it is always enough to bridge the beginnings of a gap. Maybe a longer talk is needed for a realizing gap, but even that is no inconvenience compared to the potential good times lost during an ice age in the friendship.

Food for thought.

Plan to Protect

So it's the start of a new school year, and since church programs revolve around the school year, it was the start of AWANA and Sunday School too. To make sure we all complied with our legal obligations, they held a "Plan to Protect" seminar for us. Basically an hour's worth of talk could have been condensed into 3 words.

Use.

Common.

Sense.

Not that the seminar was boring. It was actually far from that. We had a very important discussion of how exactly to make sure everyone is protected when taking children to the washroom. There was some, quite literally, potty humour.

A slide of particular note in the presentation said: "This is NOT a policy. It is a plan to ESTABLISH a policy." Sounds like someone in government wrote that.

Apprehension gives way to a weary tediousness

School started on Tuesday. The weekend was a mad final dash for summer fun, coupled with an increasing sense of dread for the upcoming school year. That...very quickly gave way to the routine, boring, slightly tiring, and tedious moil and toil of the weekday days. Really I don't know what all that dread was about. Once it got started, things got rolling again...there was nothing to be afraid of. It's all been done before; it really wasn't anything new.

Reason 1 for a short post.

On a side note...given that I do not have a personal private computer at my fingertips until at least late in the month (I'm currently borrowing my mom's laptop)...September will probably be a slow blogging month. Don't hold your breath for new posts.

Reason 2 for a short post.

EDIT: My computer arrived very suddenly and a couple weeks ahead of schedule. I now do not have to borrow my mother's.