The Joy of Time


Remember that book from the ’70s, The Joy of Sex? I remember it well, mostly because I just found my copy in my kitchen on the cookbook shelf. How it got there I do not know. I may have thought it was The Joy of Cooking, or maybe I am just way more messed up than I give myself credit for.

Anyway, the book was filled with a lot of pencil and charcoal sketches of couples in various nude poses, doing what people do when they are together with their clothes off. It was sort of an instructional book, I suppose, one more in a series of self-help books from that era letting you know that no matter how you were doing it, you just weren’t doing it right.

But I digress.

I’d like to write my own book: The Joy of Time. I’ve been thinking a lot about that lately, since I now have so much of it to do with as I please. Since I’m not a sketch artist, I’d probably have to rely on the work of others. (Thank you, Google!) I’ve already depleted my limited artistic skills to design the cover, though.

If you are unemployed and have some sort of income that will let you keep body and soul together, and while you are looking for work or suddenly find yourself retired, you also suddenly have the joy of time. It’s a marvelous thing. Time. The time to do whatever you want, when you want to do it, with whom you care to do it, or the choice to not do it at all, and simply take a nap.

Remember when you are at work and it’s after lunch and the office is dim and warm, and you think boy, a nap would be great right about now? Well, it is. It’s just as great as you imagined it, and in all likelihood, about 20 times better. A little snooze in the middle of the day. Heaven! And if you have some of those Sleeper Cats in the house, as I do, so much the better.

And throw out that pesky alarm clock. You don’t need it! You’re at the stage again when there is only one 7:00 in your day.

Remember all those things you said you’d do when you had time, like clean out the silverware drawer or rearrange your closet or haul a bunch of stuff to Goodwill or change the furniture around in your bedroom? No longer a “some day” dream, but luxurious time to do accomplish all those things.

Maybe you’d like to try out some new recipes? You can do that. (Not the ones from The Joy of Sex, which you may find on your cookbook shelf, though of course you can do those, too. It’s less fattening.)

Or maybe you want to meet some friends for lunch. Go! Eat! Fly, little bird!

You can grocery shop early in the morning, late at night, on a Tuesday or Friday or when the mood hits you. You don’t have to go after work or on Saturday or Sunday. You can just go. In the middle of the morning, the aisles are all yours. You can complain to the greengrocer about the short pomegranate season. He apparently has time to listen, though he is helpless to change it.

If you decide to expand your volunteer work, you will have the time and the energy to do it. (And you should. People need you!)

You can watch all those movies you’ve been meaning to see, and you can read those books that were in your “some day” pile.

So close to the truth!

The best part of having all this time is that, should you choose, you can do absolutely nothing. When was the last time you did that?

It’s the kind of freedom everyone should have while they are young enough to enjoy it. Maybe our society is putting all its energy toward the wrong ideals? I don’t know. That’s a concept way too big for my brain. The same brain who put The Joy of Sex on my cookbook shelf, remember.

Speaking of mindless pursuits, I am off to one of those right now. Oh, the joy.

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7 Responses to “The Joy of Time”

  1. Rick says:

    All I can say is – WELL SAID!

  2. Cathy says:

    Sigh. Oh, I can’t wait for the day!

  3. Cathy says:

    PS -= don’t forget to stick my name in for that drawing!

  4. Patt says:

    Rick, thanks! I think I’m following in your footsteps.

  5. Patt says:

    It is pretty wonderful. As I guess I tell you every single day in my 5,000 pointless missives. And you’re SO in for the drawing!

  6. Cathy says:

    Pointless missives? I ain’t seen one yet! “For who shall despise the day of small things?” (Zechariah, 4:10) PS — I throwed in some Bible for you.

  7. That is certainly a new twist on a very old …hmmm, guilty pleasure.

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