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Week in Review – No Time

At my work, the public restroom

is in our break room.  It’s gross.
Note to stranger:
Please don’t comment on my food
on your way into the bathroom.
PS: I can hear whether you washed
your hands or not.

I have four clocks in my house, 

and no matter how many times I set them, 
they all say something different.

I’m having a terrible time

keeping up with blogs I want to read,
much less the one I’m supposed to write.

When you pull to the side of the road

for an emergency vehicle,
be decent and let everyone get back on.
This is not an opportunity to literally
ambulance-chase yourself to the front of the line.



Back home after house-sitting

at my sister’s.
Good-bye, cable tv.
I’ll miss you most of all, DVR.

Me: “It sold on the first day?”

Realtor: “It was $75,000.”
Me: “I know.”

6 Comments Post a comment
  1. I can identify with your week! Especially about reading blogs and no time! I’m kind of new to the blogosphere and I’m also trying to find time to write, read AND figure out how to keep up with the house and spend time with my husband and baby C. Sometimes I can multi-task… like right now, I am sitting “watching” sesame street with C and reading blogs on my iPhone.

    November 6, 2011
    • I only have to take care of myself and my dog, and I still can’t find time to do everything. I love that I can read other blogs on my phone, but it’s harder for me to comment on there. I’ll look at photo blogs or blogs I know will be short while I’m on my break at work, but I have a backlog of favorite blogs that typically take me longer to read and respond to. I like having a mixture of material to read, but I’m wondering if I need to cut back on how many blogs I follow. But I don’t want to!! And there are lots of other great bloggers I don’t “follow”, but keep bookmarked – I never get to read them. There’s just not enough time in the day.

      November 6, 2011
  2. Laughing over the restroom being in your break room. One year my classroom was on the other side of the school from the lunchroom, so eating in the teacher’s lounge saved precious minutes. Our teacher’s lounge had two restrooms, and was used by everyone on the ground floor of a huge school. Not only did you have people commenting on your lunch, over and over, but you got to hear them in the bathroom, then hear if they did/did not wash their hands, then, worst of all, gag as they hurried out and back to their classroom–usually forgetting to close the restroom door behind them. Yuck. I finally decided eating in the noisy lunchroom with the students was more pleasant.

    November 6, 2011
    • Yeah, it’s pretty gross. I could get past it if I was allowed to simply ignore what was going on behind me. But no matter how engrossed I am in what I’m reading, people insist on saying something pithy or cute, or commenting on how my food smells good or whatever. It’s so irritating! I have 30 measly minutes, 5 of which I lose just getting back there and heating up my food. I just want to read my book or catch up on my blog subscriptions without being bothered by YOU!!

      November 6, 2011
  3. I am with you on the no time to keep up with blogs. I am way behind. No time to comment as often as I would like. Hit the like button most often. If I wasn’t so nosy and want to know everything everybody else is saying…

    November 6, 2011
    • That’s me too!! I’m so afraid that I will miss something good – clever or funny or thought provoking. As for commenting, sometimes I’m compelled to comment by great posts and sometimes I just want to support my fellow bloggers with a kind or encouraging word. Either way, it all takes time. I need to start using the like button more, but I’m often reading on my phone (on my break, when I wake up in the mornings, just before bed, etc.) and I don’t know if it works on the phone – it never seems to.

      November 6, 2011

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