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Because Time Is Short II

“Because time is short” is a phrase that came to me in a song in a dream, one so dense and imaginative that I woke up still hearing the lyrics almost humming in my throat.


I’ve found myself to be using it as a preface in many conversations, especially when I find myself cutting across the normal social conventions that we politely adhere to instead of just stating our truth.

Now that I’ve found that I’m not quite as sane as I previously believed, it helps me to telegraph that I’m not just speaking tritely. Our days are stuffed with enough of that already.


A couple of times, it might have alarmed the other person, as if taken that way, it adds an ominous tone to the message.


Because time is always short; if not for me, then for thee.
*One of my favorite quotes, from “No Country For Old Men”“All the time you spend trying to get back what’s been took from you there’s more going out the door. After a while, you just try and get a tourniquet on it.”

It’s Just Me Here

A picture of me and my brother when I was much younger. And ran all the time.

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The last movie I wrote about was “Nomadland.” I was surprised and glad to see that it won Best Picture at the Oscars, and more so that Frances McDormand won for Best Actress. The number of views for my opinion about the movie climbed since February and then spiked. I’m not a big Oscars fan but sometimes, it seems like they get it right. “Nomadland” left an echo in my heart.

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Saturday night, for reasons unclear to me, I finally had a good night’s sleep. It’s been a long time. Getting back to something normal is one of the main goals of counseling for me. It would otherwise be impossible to be healthy or happy if I can’t sleep. I’ve never been one to need eight hours a night but the cataclysm of my life in the last few months broke my innate ability to stay asleep long enough to feel rested.

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I’m seeing butterflies already. It blows my mind that last week, we had a short snowstorm here on 4/20. The cold snap killed a couple of plants. That’s okay. It is a reminder to not assume that winter’s grasp is out of reach.

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After work, I sat at my desk and watched the cat, watching birds. He would intermittently chirp and comment on the live action outside the window.

Hearing a ruckus outside, I saw that a bluejay was irritated by a squirrel’s presence. The bird was dive-bombing the squirrel, who fell into the birdbath and then attempted a quick exit. It was a Looney Tunes moment.

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Sometimes, the cat will lie on the floor basking in the sun, slowly pawing at the dozens of little rainbows cascaded from the window above.

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Saturday morning, though I was dull and tired from a lack of sleep, I found the answer to a mystery. For reasons unknown, long filament fibers of the sheathing behind the vinyl siding sometimes magically appeared along the ground. Hearing a strange noise, I thought a squirrel might be clambering over the edges. I peeked out. To my surprise, a robin was yanking and pulling the filament several feet from the house. I startled it and it flew off. A few minutes later, it returned. The robins have been using the filament for nesting. I went outside and cut all the long pieces into smaller ones and placed them over the fence for them to easily retrieve. And I’ll do a better job of leaving them material in the future.

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Though the full moon is due tonight, I went out at 3:30 this morning and watched the solar lights, many of which were still blazing. This one is a picture of the moon at the top. The butterfly lights are attached to a long copper pole set into the sunflower bed.

The above lantern is one I bought from Family Dollar for $5. I spray painted it a bright fuchsia color.

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The alley entrance/exit for Mr. Taco Loco on Emma is a lot less glamorous than the front entrance. But it was worth exiting due to the ongoing mural project on the side of the building on the corner of Main and Emma. It’s worth looking at.

The picture below is taken in front of the wall that is becoming one of Downtown Springdale’s many beautiful murals:

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If you want to see a startling and striking mural, drive by the corner of Allen Street and Holcomb in Springdale. It’s a work in progress. I didn’t take any pictures. You can’t miss it. If only the entire world were painting so vibrantly and with such creativity!

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Not noteworthy, but I bought a nice thermal carafe coffee pot from Walmart. Long story short, it had been put back on the shelf used. There was still water in the carafe in the box.

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I’d heard the song before, but didn’t even connect it to the fact that thousands of TikTok videos sampled it for content (Masked Wolf – Astronaut In The Ocean) )

It’s not the typical song I might like. But I do. When I discovered what it meant to the artist, I liked it even more. You can read his take on it in the comments on YouTube.

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One for those who love Spanish music, another one I discovered only because I’m incrementally reconnecting to the bilingual who thrives inside me (Sabastian Yatra – Como Mirarte):

A bonus Spanish song you’ll recognize (Te Amaré por Mil Años · Coro Iglesia Luz Divina):

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I forgot how useful the website Wordhippo is, especially in regard to the interface. https://www.wordhippo.com/

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At work today, someone who underwent bariatric surgery last year stopped me and asked all the questions you’d expect. He lost a lot of weight. He’s doing well but experiencing a climb in his weight. His life is much more complex than mine, though. We shared a barrage of highs and lows. He was intrigued by my hyper-simplistic approach, especially since I have no structure or exercise system.

A Touch Of Color And Beauty

Because I’ve been experimenting with prisms, solar lights, and other things, I found these infinity firework bulbs. Simply put, they are beautiful. If you like vivid colors that catch the eye, these LED lights might be worth a look. This one fits a standard bulb socket.

If you search for ‘firework bulbs’ on Amazon, you’ll get a good idea of the variety available. You can also find a huge variety of unobtrusive lamp bases, or make one yourself using a kit.

Language Belongs To All Of Us

“If we have to guess or spell words phonetically in order to be able to say them properly, why don’t we just change the spelling to be phonetic in the first place?”

I’m a better-than-average speller, but I despise the way our language makes people uncomfortable when using it. Most peoole use only 800 or so distinct words in a day. And most communication is verbal. One of my biggest pleasures is trashing the expectations of those who disagree. We all abuse the language in our own way. It belongs to all of us, to use and misuse as we wish.

Earlier, I witnessed a needless haranguing over language. I intervened jokingly. The self-appointed expert asked me something to exert dominance. I replied in Spanish. “I wasn’t talking in Spanish and I don’t understand it.” I laughed. “No, but he does, so who is the asshole now?”

I intended to write more, but I slipped and fell off my soapbox.

A Day’s Bite

It’s almost time for Springdale’s Demolition Derby. I know I comment or joke about it each year. This year, I emailed all the government officials and asked why we couldn’t simply use ALL of Springdale and its roads to have the derby, instead of confining it to Parsons Stadium. I’m not sure many of us would even notice the difference.

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Here, the entire room is awash in rainbows from a single prism, hundreds of them. On the floor, in long swaths across the walls, and everywhere. I can’t tell if the universe is taunting me or reminding me. The above picture is a small section of the floor by my desk.

At the store, I encountered someone who was taken aback by how much of me was missing. It probably seemed more intense, given that I shaved too much the other day. He told me that his wife was still unwell, which saddened me a bit. His son kept us entertained by his constant demands for attention and insistence on scoring an animal from the bin with the impossible claw machine. I didn’t have any cash; otherwise, I would have supplied him with one hundred chances to beat the machine.

Doing the self-assessments online yielded some surprises. I’m not sure why I would be surprised. To be so actualized in some respects, and afloat in others!

The picture below was on the front page of Reddit today.

A Moment At The Window

After a night of turbulence both inside my head and outside in the soaring sky, I listened to the thunder roll away out in the early morning hours. I peeked through the blinds in astonishment. I noticed that one of the many solar lanterns from last season’s yard project was somehow still illuminated, its white light shining particularly brightly even against the rain. What force charged it yesterday is an open question. How it maintained its brilliance after so many hours, another. However it may have done so, for this day, it was a much-needed reminder. Energy is energy and must find its outlet. I hope that for today, our energies produce surprises and radiance. We all need it. Spring is easy in its approach; hope is its byproduct. Not everyone we meet today will have Spring in their hearts, even if a smile is their camouflage. For me, at that moment in the window, a smile briefly touched my heart. .

A Masked Anecdote

I don’t always succeed at looking the other way or being the person I should be. Being thinner and having more confidence brings unexpected problems. I also tend to sometimes follow a thread or story just because I’m curious. Not because I have an agenda.

Today, I was at a business drinking a double shot of espresso. Obviously, I had to pull my mask down for a second. Espresso via a straw is lunacy.

No other person was within 20 feet of me. It’s important to note that several people in the facility had no masks, wore their masks improperly, and some were employees of the facility. I’ve had both covid shots. I also tend to tune out paying attention to those who don’t wear their masks or wear them properly. A couple of weeks ago, at Walmart, a man got furious at me, because he was obviously spoiling for a fight about not wearing a mask. I had not even noticed he didn’t have one on when I acknowledged him and said hello. He was looking for a fight.

Part of the social contract during the pandemic is to avoid being a maskhole in either direction. Truthfully, the safest course of action is to avoid going out. Engaging with those who don’t wear masks is a fool’s errand that will fill your day with argument and stress.

I don’t do it. And though it’s been that way for me for a while, I usually fail to notice whether someone has a mask on or not.

As I pulled my mask down to finish my espresso, an employee approached me. I made eye contact with her. And said hello. To my surprise, she shouted, “Sir pull your mask up!” Which I was already doing as she shouted. Keep in mind that she walked past several people making no attempt whatsoever to wear their masks or wear them properly.

Suspecting she was having a bad day, and also suspecting that me making eye contact is what pissed her off, I locked eyes with her as she passed and shook my head laughing at her. Which really pissed her off more. She wisely kept walking. Also, I was seated. Had she followed her own trajectory, she would not have violated social distancing.

Walking around, I observed people and realized more people than I thought weren’t wearing masks properly. Especially employees. Then I noticed the pissy employee who shouted at me was standing there with her mask down talking a foot away from another employee. I walked up within 10 feet and said excuse me. And then reminded both employees that social distancing and proper mask etiquette were required at all times without exception for employees at the facility. And that hypocrisy was not a good color for an employee to be displaying openly. I smiled, wished them both a good day and walked away. Laughing, of course.

One of the employees cursed at me and called me a son of a b****. I won’t argue the veracity of that. My mom was guilty of the charge. I turned and gave them the thumbs up and walked away.

I know walking up and being smarmy and snarky like that wasn’t the right thing to do. But I also know it wasn’t the wrong thing. And if it results in both employees not being assholes to the people they’re supposed to be helping, my transgression is certainly lesser than theirs.

After observing several other employees engage in similar behaviour, I went and asked to speak to the customer service manager. The employee did not want to help me. I told her I would wait as long as necessary and to not stress. She tried to do everything she could to encourage me to bug off or to explain to her what the issue was.

She looked even more confused when I explained to her that in the interest of time and efficiency for both the business and myself, it would be easier to proceed without needless repetition. I thanked her.

The purported manager approached. I showed her my covid vaccine card and ID and explained what happened.

I tried to avoid identifying the employee. And I certainly did not tell her that they had cursed at me. I wanted her to know that employees were sending mixed messages and causing anger issues needlessly.

She was perplexed when I told her honestly that I was talking to her only to see what her genuine reaction was. While standing there, I got more and more amused my how she was staring at my awesome women’s floral jacket. Her body language and demeanor told me she didn’t care about what I was saying.

And that’s okay. Customer service is a thankless job.

I told her that the objective of me talking to her, other than to observe a reaction, was to remind her that the rules are there to be enforced or not. But to watch out for hypocrisy.

I don’t know what my demeanor was saying to her, but she finally asked me, “Who are you?”

I told her I could be anybody from anywhere. But most importantly that I’m a human being with human reactions. And that employees are no different than customers in a world where we’re all equals. And to be kind, attentive, and happy.

I left her scratching her head. She thought I was somebody, so to speak.

I’m writing this post on my phone. I know I’m probably not capturing the nuance or communicating my points clearly.

All this started simply because I made eye contact with an employee. That’s weird. Weirder than my awesome floral jacket.