I awakened this morning to the sound of "Saturday Morning Confusion" rolling around inside my head. I don't remember the recording artist that sang the song, and the woe's he chronicles aren't reflective of the issues in my life.
I like the way he sums up his Saturdays: "For the first time today, the kingdom is quiet - Lord let us thank you for Saturdays, and may they remain, my friends - Cause I work all week long, to keep strong til they're grown - And next Saturday then, we'll do it again - When here they come, warming up - I hear the pitter patter of little people on the living room rug - Woe is me, there goes the TV."
My problem with Saturdays is the speed at which they come. Wasn't it Saturday the day before yesterday? What happened to the time? It seemingly is flying by at record speed. I suspect I am on the threshold of breaking the sound barrier.
How can it already be August? We moved into our home at the end of May. Much to the General's chagrin there are a few things still on the floor in the garage. My truck isn't one of them.
The $64,000 question is: "Will the truck fit?" Of course, the answer is yes, but not with a lot of room left over. Trust me, it will fill up the space. I'm of the mindset that the truck doesn't look unsightly parked in the driveway, but the three-digit days of heat, can't be good for the interior of the truck.
Yes - it is Saturday. I expected to get mail from the Post Office this week, so I could return it to them to substantiate that I was serious when I signed the form requesting to get my mail forwarded. It has been over a week since I signed another change of address form. In the interim, my mail is being detained. It adds to my Saturday morning confusion. Is this a ploy to make me crazy?
In addition, it has been over a week since I documented in writing the punch-list kinds of things that need to be completed in our home. Out of sight/out of mind seems to be the modus operandi that is at play. That, too adds to the Saturday morning confusion.
We all have seven 24-hour days. In that regard, we are all on a level playing field. I don't recall that my days have ever gone by this quickly. My modus operandi is not rush - rush - rush, but time is flying by.
Collectively, it leaves me with a sense of Saturday Morning Confusion.
All My Best!
Don
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