How appropriate that this Pink Floyd song is running through my head tonight.
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
That's what I've done today! I've frittered and wasted the whole stinkin' day. If you could only see my to-do list - things which MUST BE DONE in the next 13 days - you'd say, "Girl! What IS your problem??" I think today, I was in full rebellion. I took a 3-hour nap on the couch. Then I watched a re-run of Extreme Home Makeover. I don't even LIKE that show. Screaming Ty makes me want to run screaming into traffic. At 9 p.m., I finally decided to get off my butt and accomplish something. So I started painting the furniture that I primed 6 days ago. But THEN I heard the fireworks from Concerts in the Garden, and went outside to watch. Then I needed to check my email. Then I painted a couple of more brush strokes, which is when this song popped into my head, and so I decided to blog. What is WRONG with me??
So much to do.... so little time. Maybe I need to pop in my Pink Floyd CDs and crank it up.
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it’s sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you’re older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I’d something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.