Minutes Like Hours

I don't think I've ever been so glad that it's Friday in my life. Needless to say that today was one of the longest days of the week. But at the end of the day I made it to payday and I was in an extremely good mood by the time I got home. 


Yesterday the Falcon guy came to the office to try to scare away more birds. (The seagulls that inhabit the parking lot are fearless, they don't even move out of the way of the cars anymore). During his visit I learned that the hawk (so I guess he should be the "Hawk Guy") is from Mexico and it is the same type of hawk that is depicted on the Mexican flag with a snake in it's talons. 


But jumping back to today. I finished reading Eat, Pray, Love and began my next book "The Postmistress" by Sarah Blake. I also killed some time by writing something (I'm really not sure what to call it) about time. Which went like this:


Minutes Like Hours.


I don't understand time. Sometimes it goes by at the speed of light and things are over as quickly as they began (or so it feels). Other times time moves slower than a herd of turtles marching through peanut butter or a swamp of molasses. Time is always moving at the speed opposite of what you wish. The things you love doing (or anytime you're enjoying yourself really) before you know it, it's over. Where as when you are doing something you don't enjoy (such as suffering through a day at the office) the minutes drag on and the day feels as if it will go on forever.


The other thing about time is the way we always want the opposite of what we have. The young spend their childhoods wishing life and time away. They are constantly complaining about being treated like children, wishing that they could be older, all grown up. Before they know it they are grown up and are wishing for their youth to return. The older women spend ridiculous amounts of money buying and slathering on "anti-wrinkle creams" that promise to restore a youthful glow, while old grandfathers reminisce and lecture their grandchildren about "back in my day.." When we are young we want nothing more than to grow up, while when our wish is finally granted all we want is our youth back.