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About quiall

I am a woman with a mission: to live life to the fullest. I will not let an itty, bitty incurable disease stop me. It may slow me down but like a ship dragging an anchor, I'll get there eventually. Walk with me at www.butterflysand.com

Last Call

Weird is a word,

In a wacky old way.

Whimsy is fun,

But not every day.

 

Laugh when it tickles,

And let yourself be.

Take flight with your fancy,

There’s so much to see.

 

No planes and no boats,

No trains hurtling far.

The wings of your mind,

Go beyond with no car.

 

I want to go crazy,

Be the person I am.

I’ll see it and do it,

Into living I’ll cram.

 

Never be sorry,

For living it all.

Cuz one day it comes,

The final last call.

 

86,400 (2.0)

I originally wrote this nine years ago but my focus has changed in the ensuing time and I have, I think, improved it. I hope you enjoy.

 

I was once sent an e-mail that likened the 86,400 seconds in a 24-hour day to money. It went on to ask if you were given that amount of money every morning knowing that you would lose any you did not spend, would you endeavour to spend every cent.  Of course you would!  It attempts to remind us that we need to use every second of every day to its fullest.  That is so true, except . . . . I spend approximately 5 hours out of every 24 sleeping or 18,000 seconds (or $18.000).  Does that mean I have squandered that time?  No, I am recharging.

How much time do you spend preparing the food that fuels your body? Or any of the other activities that are vital in the running of said body. One works to afford the food to fuel the body as well as the clothes we wear and the roof over our head. We must also clean and exercise to maintain and… And then there are the activities for the mind which is part of the package. We need to stimulate, educate and entertain … I think it is a very costly activity to maintain one’s self. And I’m not talking about the frivolous, decorative activities. Just to simply maintain. When we get into the area of improvement. There is schooling and physical activities … Yep, there is a lot to do and none of it is squandering. I wonder how much I just spent writing this post. I probably shouldn’t add it up.

Now this brings up another problem.  How you speak and how you are understood.  I could say that I am not responsible for what you hear, only for what I say. But that is not quite accurate. I am a big believer that it is not how well you speak that is important but how well you are understood.  One may speak correctly and still be misunderstood.  Why?  The person or persons you are speaking to may not speak exactly the same way you do.  Their comprehension may be at a different place than yours.  For example – the word rug – it has different meanings depending on where you live.  In England a rug is a blanket. In Canada a rug is a carpet.  My point is that if you are going to chastise someone for squandering time then make sure it is the appropriate amount.  We all need some down time. And I am worth it!

 

In For A Penny

A shiny new penny,

Mint fresh from the bank.

Crossing the palms,

Of a Clint or a Hank.

 

The journey it’s had,

It’s perils unknown.

To a fountain perhaps,

One day it was thrown.

 

Lost was the penny,

Alone in the dirt.

Tossed from the pocket,

Of a young woman’s skirt.

 

Perhaps kept in a jar,

For decades untold.

The journey’s not over,

There’s more to unfold.

 

A child’s favourite coin,

Was once in a box.

Hidden from view,

Just under the socks.

 

An actor once flipped,

That polished up prop.

For his role in a movie,

As a villain or cop.

 

Our penny has journeyed,

In distance and time.

A life in the sunshine,

And others in grime.

 

The dimes and the quarters,

They all have a place.

But the penny’s held dear,

In a long state of grace.

 

Some words are remembered,

Like our copper sublime.

In vernacular speech,

It surely does shine.

 

One for your thoughts,

Another to save.

Songs to be sung,

Our penny so brave.