Thursday, August 18, 2016

Time with End

My camp for the night was a small creek at the base of the mountain range at the very end of this straight section of road
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Boxes still surround us.  Books from boxes topple from bookcases.  This all seems unending, moving and unpacking.  Then, how about finding space in which to place our treasures? This is all unending, a chore that we did not see at the beginning of escrow.

This brings up the subject of “unending”.  Thinking over the years, ghosts of “unending” appear to nag and torment. In the theme of “unending” lies a list, an “unending” list about those ghosts:

Replacing an engine, discovering missing parts and tools, with more auto parts littering the floor.  Oh, sure, friendly veteran sang a story about an old war injury prevented him from using manual shift, so that's why there are only 75,000 miles on the speedometer.  You drive classic car home, finding smoke and clanks following you. Not such a good deal, and when online sites send replacement parts, there is always a screw short.

Being in labor for hour after hour definitely makes the list. (45 hours? Followed by C-Section.) After ten hours, just when you beg for an epidural, An army nurse briskly tells you that it is too late to give one.  

Flights to the other side of the world.  Australia?  South Africa? Switzerland?  You find yourself in cheap seats, middle seat packed in, next to someone who hasn't taken a bath in the last year.

Image result for teachers on playground duty
oh so true
Playground duty. You are the only teacher with 300 children racing around an one acre playground.  You clutch a clipboard under one arm and grip the teacher whistle in  a tightly clenched fist.  

Waiting for Santa. You are 6 years old and this night is one wished for all year. Tick, Tick, Tick...eyes want to shut but you won't let them...tick, tick, tick...

Picking strawberries day after day after day. No joy after the fifth day. Mid-May arrives with garden full of red berries peeking from green leaves.  First day is like discovering rubies, sweet rubies. Leads onto the second day, third day, fourth day, fifth day....Enough already.  This won't ever end.

Waiting in an emergency room, filled with sneezing and coughing. You have a brain-splitting migraine and your blood pressure is 177/85.  With your head dropping to your knees and a throw-up bowl beneath, you watch as a child with sinusitis(#45) is called in.  You are #62.  You won't live to see the end of this day. 

Driving through Death Valley in summer. (Been there, done that) Long straight road over flat desolate land, you see in distance, heat waves fooling you to think it is water.  It is 121 degrees and you watch your car's gas light like a hawk.

Standing in the line at DMV, until legs are shaking, growing light-headed. Husband is home, too sick to go into the line from hell to transfer registration.  You are three months pregnant, and hours pass.  At the third hour, you tell the kind lady behind you that you are pregnant and wonder if...then you open your eyes as you lie on the floor.  Registration was expedited. 

Shopping on the day after Christmas and you find there are no bargains worth this amount of physical abuse.



YouTube has numerous of Curling videos


Being forced to watch “curling” during the Winter Olympics. Your family is Nordic, and cheer for some team.  Crushed between Olaf and Sven, you decide to develop a tummy-bug, staying in the bathroom.

Re-modeling a bathroom and/or kitchen the week before company arrives--this is your spouse's idea.  Tearing out the sink and cabinet reveal rot and mold.  Company will be staying in the hotel with you, as your entire house is being examined and treated.

Sitting in rush hour traffic on the Friday of a four-day weekend. A black juiced up muscle car is shaking with the bass turned up high.  You have windows rolled up, and yet you are vibrating as well.

Most or all of this involve unending waiting…and more waiting…including walls of boxes lined up like heavy soldiers.

 What about you?  Can you add to this list your own unending events?


18 comments:

  1. Some of those made me chuckle, like watching curling.
    The DMV is a death trap. Zootopia had it right that it's run by sloths.
    I can add one - road construction on the interstate. It goes on forever and they are never done.
    Hope you find the end of your boxes soon.

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    1. There have been fwy repairs that go on for years and years. Hwy 15 up near Riverside (not that anyone knows about that fwy) is a personal curse.

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  2. lmao the DMV and emergency rooms are a big one. Ugg to curling. Another is jobs. You apply, wait a month for it to close, wait another week for an interview, if that, then wait another few weeks to hear.

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    1. That one is near and dear to many many hearts. Rejection letters for book inquiries never seem to come. the wait is painful.

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  3. Your unending list is an inspiration. My addition is delivering an anterior baby. "Stargazers", they call them. Upside down, spine to spine. And then you doctor saying, on entering the delivery room, "they know all over the hospital. You can be heard in every corner.'

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    1. I have heard of that kind of delivery, and am glad that c-sections became my lot. Sympathy to you.

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  4. What a creative unending blog post you came up with. For scared of heights me, an unending flight in a single engine plane from Princeton, NJ to JFK airport in NY. All the time knowing I had to fly back to Princeton again after dropping my dad off at JFK. That one still tops my list after more than 50 years.

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    1. I call those planes "flying cardboard boxes", and have been in one. Oh, the memory will never leave.

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  5. The time it takes for the plane to land when you are waiting to see someone precious takes forever. And a day. And the length of the summer holidays appears unending on the first day, and disappears before you can blink. Time is such a trickster.

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    1. Excellent additions to the list. Everyone has been there at one time or another.

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  6. Unending crime being reported hour after hour, day after day.

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    1. Day after day there is a shooting, a policeman gunned down, a riot following, terrorist attacks...that is truly an unending list.

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  7. Great list. I can't think of anything to add.

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    1. The playground duty holds so many memories for me. Glad you appreciated the agony each represents.

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  8. Unending? Advertisement breaks on TV. It's got to the point where the advertisements are briefly broken into by the scheduled program.

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    1. And now there will be political advertisements, unending.

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  9. And conversely, the last breath of a loved one that you wish would never end...but does too soon.

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    1. Twenty years before this, you and this loved one sat around the kitchen table, laughing, telling stories, and drinking coffee. Now that time has an end when two decades before it seemed time would freeze. Instead, you hold that precious hand, and watch that last breath. I know, Rick

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