Wednesday, January 14, 2009
"One of the great disadvantages of hurry is that it takes such a long time."
-G. K. Chesterton
I was scribbling away furiously this afternoon when I was startled by a terrific noise outside the computer room door, one that caused the walls to shudder violently.
It has been happening frequently for the last week and a half or thereabouts when one or the other of us will be hurrying from one room to another at enormous velocity in a quest to finalise the last bits and pieces of our trip to India- which commences today.
In attempting to gain entrance to a room, one of us will not see that the door had closed tightly. As a result, either Spouse or I throw ourselves bodily against the door, which ought to fly open if it had been closed only partly, and which ought to cause quite a blow to one's person if it had not.
Moments ago Spouse failed in his initial effort to get into the room and he caused the door to rattle on its hinges and threaten to disengage itself from the framework of the house.
Soon, I saw the door handle turn, whereupon Spouse entered meekly and silently.
We have of late been dashing about in blind panic, running into walls and doors and wondering who on earth put that couch there, or that fridge there.
How curious that the clock runs at inexplicable, whiplash-generating speeds when one has so much to accomplish!
To the doors and various blunt objects about the apartment, I offer this: never fear. For three weeks neither Spouse nor I will so much as open a door, tread across the carpet or make a sound within the four walls.
Posted by Phyllis Hunt McGowan at 10:54 AM