PURSUIT OF THE SUIT

9/17/10 How can one lose a swimsuit between home and work? It was dark at 5:10 a.m. when I left for work having thrown it in the trunk. (I thought it went in the trunk.) It was dark when I arrived because the parking lot lights are out. Swimsuit should have still been in the trunk when I retrieved other items to take in to school----including a sack of food for an injured teacher. So why wasn’t it there when I went to swim.

Backtracking at home---no swimsuit. Backtracking through dark lot this morning---no swimsuit. How do I approach “lost and found” and ask if anyone has turned in a size 34, black speedo? Angie suggested that I might have accidentally put it in with the food and it had been delivered to the ailing teacher. Lisa G. thought maybe she saw it on the construction barrel in  front of L.R.'s house on Houston Levee. Lisa D assumes the ailing friend, who has a pool, will just see it as a gift. Others laughed---a lot! I was mortified.

Ecclesiastes 3 says, “There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven:……………….

4 a time to weep (I was mortified) and a time to laugh, 
(others were laughing) a time to mourn (the loss of my mind along with my swimsuit) and a time to dance, (and celebrate friendships of people who accept you as you are and laugh with you, not at you)

After all, it’s Friday and there are more important things to pursue than a lost swimsuit.

Weekend Wanderings

5/26/10…..or more like “weekend whirl wind.” I will be off-line because we will be heading to Houston,TX at 3 a.m. tomorrow (11-12 hr. trip) and returning Sunday. Thank goodness Charlie Mazzone is riding with us and is willing to help with the driving. We’re going for Larry’s induction into the USA Racquetball Hall of Fame. A time of celebration. A time to connect with “old” racquetball buddies. A time for me to recall words like splat, pinch in the corner, rollouts, “z” serves, avoidable hinders, etc. A time to view “donuts” left on the bodies of the players who have been hit by that speeding little blue ball. (Larry says nowadays r'balls are purple and red.)
A time to recall “the last time I saw you” memories. A time to nosh on Larry’s much loved Mexican dishes---if that favorite restaurant is still there and if he and Aubrey and Charlie can still find it. A time for Larry to reconnect with his favorite coconut custard pie at the House of Pies.

This is Larry’s time---To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: (Ecclesiastes 3)
a time to build up; (others coming along in the sport)
a time to laugh; (there will be lots of that as stories of the old days flow)
a time to dance; (celebration always calls for dancing for us)
a time to embrace, (as we all exclaim, “you haven’t changed a bit.”)
a time to get, (honor for a job well-done)
a time to keep, (in his memory)
a time to speak; (as he accepts a recognition, much deserved)
A time to love, (and remember the sport that has been such a big part of his life since 1975)

A great time for a whirlwind trip down memory lane.

Time compulsive……

5/18/10 …..not a very endearing term. Probably because it’s part of OCD behavior which, as we all know, is a mental disorder. But it’s one of those anxiety-producing flaws in my character that really comes forth when I’m stressed
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Even when I’m not stressed, I think differently than others. For me, event arrival means reach your destination 5 minutes early. For my hubby it means depart for the event at the event starting time. When traveling, I usually wear my watch to bed and have a flashlight nearby so I can see time without disturbing others. Even my travel photos, have town clocks front and center. I especially love clock towers; they usually have the time on all 4 sides. Plus, these pix document my trip in a “timely” manner.

I am a somewhat judicious woman which can be a good thing but……time-compulsion carries that to an extreme. That’s not a good thing and often robs me of my joy! (Not to mention what it does to my nearest and dearest.)

So…..in order to make the most of my time with out it decimating me, I’ve decided to work on redeeming my time and quantifying it in God’s terms.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-11 is a good starting point. I especially like verse 4 because God’s word acknowledges that there is even “a time to dance.” I don’t see a time for anxiety or rushing---but I do see “a time for peace.” I think I need to set my clock by God’s time, not my time.

“He has made everything appropriate in its time”---I don’t think time-compulsion is appropriate.