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Operator

old telephone with a dial

I keep the telephone of my mind open to peace, harmony, health, love and abundance. Then, whenever doubt, anxiety or fear try to call me, they keep getting a busy signal – and soon they’ll forget my number. ~ Edith Armstrong

Some friends and I were chatting the other day, and, of course, we started chatting about “kids these days.” (Cue my mother’s voice saying the same thing, oh, about thirty years ago…..) Since I am oftentimes in the company of …. and I say this with great love and affection…. computer geeks, we were talking about smart phones. How ubiquitous they have become, not only for the youngsters but for us as well. I would *never* have guessed how attached I am to my smart phone. I love it. (Yes, I love it!) Everywhere you look these days, someone’s using a smart phone.

“Remember when there used to be pay phones on every corner? Amazing how you rarely see one anymore?” My ever-astute husband tosses that observation out, and those of us old enough to remember nod our heads.

One of the baby-geeks asks, without even slowing his twin-thumb texting while mapping directions to his buds for a meet-up later, “Like a pay-as-you-go phone? Sure!” Type, type, type with the thumbs clatters on.

The rest of us crack up. “No, an actual pay phone. You know, feed the machine a dime, dial your number and talk. Or ask the operator for help, like if you need a number or have to place a collect call.”

The frenetic typing paused, as his eyes actually moved away from his phone and up to look around at those of us still chuckling. “Collect call?”

Blink, blink.

“Operator?”

And for the rest of us, the night turned immediately into a karaoke love-fest for Jim Croce.

Sing along, if you want. He’s hard to resist.

[Note: This post is #15 of 26 of the April A-to-Z Challenge. Please see the button on the right of the page for more information.
Last year’s “O” post: Optimism.]

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Monday Moments: Time in a Bottle

What then is time? If no one asks me, I know what it is. If I wish to explain it to him who asks, I do not know.
~ Saint Augustine

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about time, in general and specifically. Middle of the night thoughts that rattle the brain cells when sleep is hard to find. In last Monday’s post, I used the phrase “time flies” and that got me started thinking about all the different references we use to talk about time and what we do with it.

Proverbs and sayings tell us that time heals or time steals, in addition to flying by us. We can make time for something or take time for something, find ways to save time, waste time, kill time. I seem particularly adept at losing time, but not so good at keeping time. I can buy time or spend time, but I never seem to have enough of it. I can give of my time and fill my time. Mark time or make time. Time is money.

Time and the perception of time, much like the concept of memory, is one that fascinates me. As I’ve wandered around on the web, I’ve found several sites that explore the idea of time. One of interest was created by a team of students for a ThinkQuest competition and explores time through the ages, with sections on measuring time and keeping time as well as on the perception of time.

If you’re game to dig a little deeper, the Stanford Encyclopedia of Philosophy has an intriguing article on the The Experience and Perception of Time.

Attitudes about time and the way people use it reflect much about how they look at the world, what they believe in, their priorities, and their desires. One of my favorite quotes is from H. Jackson Brown, author of Life’s Little Instruction Book: “Don’t say you don’t have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given to Helen Keller, Pasteur, Michaelangelo, Mother Teresa, Leonardo da Vinci, Thomas Jefferson, and Albert Einstein.”

Some people cram every moment full of something, others travel more leisurely along the way. I tend to vary between those two, sometimes feeling as though I’ll never get everything done, and sometimes getting nothing done. But I’m definitely far more aware of time passing than I have ever been. The other night I heard Jim Croce’s “Time in a Bottle” and listened to the lyrics for the first time in ages. And realized how powerful and timely the lyrics are for me right now. In case it’s been awhile, here’s one version from YouTube.

So for this last Monday Moment in August, chime in — if you could save time in a bottle, what would you do with it?

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