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Friday, December 6, 2013

If I had more time each day?

Time, that elusive silky thief! The older you grow, the lesser you seem to have. It seems laughable now that as a child we often wish for time to fly by so we could grow faster and do "grown up" things. Ah, now I wish I could go the other way round. This reminds me of a funny Woody Allen quote:

“In my next life I want to live my life backwards. You start out dead and get that out of the way. Then you wake up in an old people's home feeling better every day. You get kicked out for being too healthy, go collect your pension, and then when you start work, you get a gold watch and a party on your first day. You work for 40 years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement. You party, drink alcohol, and are generally promiscuous, then you are ready for high school. You then go to primary school, you become a kid, you play. You have no responsibilities, you become a baby until you are born. And then you spend your last 9 months floating in luxurious spa-like conditions with central heating and room service on tap, larger quarters every day and then Voila! You finish off as an orgasm!”

Okie, so moving on, if I had more time each day I would like to do three things:

1. Exercise/Meditate

2. Follow news around the world more closely

3. Write more often

My problem is this list usually has like 50 items in it and I am scatterbrained enough to keep randomly jumping around all of them from time to time. Focus is another of my issues. Enough said for now, will crib about it some other day. 

NaBloPoMo December 2013

Cheated a bit by writing 2 posts on the same day. But the snowstorm and the resulting power outage is to be blamed for that. 

The iPhone washer/drier survival story

Ah! the lovely surprise I gave my husband a few days back on Thanksgiving! I decided to start my day by doing some chores and promptly fished out the dirty laundry lying around. Dumped them all into the washer and began to prepare for some breakfast. breakfast, dumped the clothes into the drier, husband goes,

H: Where is my phone? Did you see it?

Me: Not really..trying calling it.

H: Hmmm..(picks up landline phone and calls his number)

Phone: tringgg...(muffled volume)

Frantic search for the phone. Horror at realizing that its is coming from the drier.

H: It went something like this -

Countless arguments on whose fault it was later, we decided it was best to focus on the phone's survival first. After frantically switching off the super hot, water filled phone and one day's worth of rest in a rice filled zip lock bag in the oven (multiple websites suggest to do so), the phone made a miraculous come back the next day. We took it to a repair shop nevertheless and changed the screen and checked it out again. $150 later the phone functions perfectly fine. All is well and life once again returned to normalcy. Phew!

NaBloPoMo December 2013

It is so hard to write in 10 minutes! It took 15 minutes for this one! 
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