I really want to make time a project of some sort. Or write about it. Or just manage it. Today is Saturday and as usual I let the precious day go by.
I am perfectly happy as a homebody even if we live in a dump of a house, I have it set up like I like it with everything I need to be happy. Well of course as happy as I can be in a dump. Lately living in this crappy little house is bothering me knowing that (of course) everyone else lives in a nicer house. It started on Monday morning when I was picturing people getting ready for work in their nice house. If I don’t compare with everyone then I am ok with the house I guess.
Ok, somehow my post on time turned into house hate. Back on track sorta. Because I don’t want to leave and the kid doesn’t want to leave but really needs to, I decided to take the train to Liberyville to do another installment of the neighborhood walks (hmmm, maybe it is these walks that are making me hate my house and neighborhood, didn’t think of that). I picked Libertyville because they were having a festival this weekend.
The train left at 2:51 which really messed with how I dealt with time today. It felt like I just got up and now it is time to leave the house for a couple hours that wouldn’t bring us back until 6:00. The whole day is shot!
My plan originally sounded good but because of the train schedule we would have to hang around and walk for 2.5 hours. About 30 minutes did it as far as the festival so it was off to walk around the neighborhoods of large rich people houses (yeah, that helps the house hate I have going). It was sticky out and eventually with an hour to go, we went to the library to cool off. Hollace and I both constantly commenting the 45 minutes we sat there (until they closed) that our faces were still red. None of us Ward’s take heat well which usually manifest itself as a red face with very little exertion.
While we were walking about Libertyville Days a morbidly obese man with man boobs the likes I have never seen. Seriously he had C cup boobs–they were not shaped like typical man fat. As I walk past him, I swore he said, “hi skinny”. I know I am “skinnier” then he was but I highly doubt he meant it literally, I took it as him being sarcastic and was slightly disturbed the rest of the time there.
Once home, I finished my library book before it disappeared from my iPad and pretty much felt like I wasted the rest of my Saturday. Reading books and watching movies are considered a waste of time to me.
One of the reasons I think I am a homebody and am kicking myself when I waste my time is because I want to be an artist, with it consuming all that time. Instead of doing art I am spending 1:30 every week night watching The Dick Van Dyke Show, Mary Tyler Moore Show and Bob Newhart show (the latter which I don’t really like but is turning into a comfort show). I have become a master of saving all this time to make art but instead I waste it. I don’t want to leave the house because I need it to do it but I don’t.
Speaking of art and my iPad. Hollace is really cranking out the art on the iPad. She is using the iPad they way I want, as a creation tool as opposed to a consumption one like I only do. Maybe tomorrow I will work up a work of art.
I have a feeling tomorrow, time will go the same. At 2:30 I want to go see a special showing of the Broadway play, Company with Neil Patrick Harris and Steven Colbert that is playing at a select number of movie theaters.
Enough rambling for now. I should go to bed so I don’t feel inclined to sleeping away all that free time. Maybe I will set an alarm to make an iPad painting.
BTW, this blog entry was on my to do list so today wasn’t a total wash out.