...the time will be...

Do you remember when we could call on the telephone for the time? "At the tone, the time will be 10:54 and 23 seconds." I used to call it, and sadly, I no longer remember the phone number. There's no way for me to check if it still exists (and maybe it was a Hawaii only thing?).

So tonight, as one of the 1,256 sedentary things I can do after surgery, I browsed my friends list on Facebook to find people overseas. So I can figure out what time it is there.

Hilary is just waking up. Kaoru has kids at school. Erika is getting her kids down for a nap. Kalei wishes she was in Aotearoa with Sweet.

It's cool to think that while I'm in my jammies getting ready for bed my niece is starting her day. Or while Erika is getting her kids down for a nap, Kalei (if she were in New Zealand right this second) would be thinking about an early dinner. Every second of every day, someone is doing something that you have never done or never thought to do.

I suppose I have way too much time on my hands these past few days while recovering from an ankle arthrosocpy/arthrotomy. I'm not known for sitting around and doing nothing for days in a row, and I admit I'm going a little bonkers. I even watched a youtube tutorial on how to crochet, and thought about calling Ted while he was bringing Hannah home from Lori's today to ask him if he could pick me up a crochet needle. It was fleeting of course, as I had already presented the honey do list (which included steak and the fully leaded and highly sweet Coke) and if I added crochet needle to it, he might get a little annoyed by it, after asking me "what is that?"

Note to self: Be grafetul that I don't live somewhere in the world where I don't have the luxury to sit around and do nothing for days in a row.

Next up: Hannah and the garden. It's that time of year when the garden needs to be cleared out and the soil turned. Since I'm out of commission, and Hannah wants sooooooo badly to get The Lion King on DVD, I'm thinking I may be able to strike a deal. 

Is This my Baby?

In my lovesick desire to surprise my husband with a whole new set of pics for his digital picture frame, I found a ton of pictures of Hannah when she was a baby. Pictures I remember taking, but I looked at one particular photo (not the one I chose for my blog) and thought "Is this my baby?"

Time has a funny way of sneaking up on you. And it cackles when you look back and wonder where it went. A cruel, cruel joke.

I chose this particular picture because Hannah wrote a children's story last night, and it was about Toby. How I wish I had consulted the flash drive in the digital picture frame before putting the picture book together last night on walmart.com. How precious are the memories of a baby and her best friend! It touches me deep down, but I already know what Hannah would have said if I had actually put her baby pics in the book. "Mom! You're embarrassing me!"

Time will sneak up on me again, and ten years from now I'll be looking at that book of the story she wrote. And have the same feelings as I do tonight.