COMING TOGETHER--62

Now it is Wednesday, the day for my Bible study. We went around this morning for several errands. I got a sandwich at 7-11 and we both came back to the apartment to take our naps. It is now 3pm.

The mail has come, although without any letter worth mentioning. My daughter April is coming Saturday and my brother's family is taking Mom out for Mother's Day on Sunday.

I had to clean the carpet last night, since my mother sometimes leaks on it. She doesn't see well enough to know what I cleaned up, only that the carpet looks better than it did.

Mom keeps saying she will come with me to the Bible study, but she never does. It's too easy to lay down in her easy chair every afternoon, especially now that it is getting warmer outside. Warm weather makes her drowsy and she doesn't feel like doing much.

I am at the point of wondering what is really important in life. I know that nearly everything that drew my attention when I was younger no longer does. It seems that I've thrown plenty of money at things which did me no good. Maybe that's something you say when you're older, and you can't do the things you wanted to, earlier.

Time has become an opposing enemy. It seems I have too much time, always waiting for a more eventuful day to come than the one I'm in. So much time between weekends, and then there's nothing to do on weekends now that I am nearly retired. Time seems so long, an interval I'd like to do away with, but can't. It reminds me of the Salvador Dali painting in which a clock melts over a tree branch, laying there without moving.

I don't know what I'm waiting for.