Exactly what is spare time? Spare, used as an adjective, means additional to what is required for ordinary use. Or, meager and nearly inadequate. Does this mean that the time I spend relaxing is considered spare? Is the time I spend sitting on the patio, basking in the sun’s rays considered spare? Maybe it’s the time I’m spending here, writing about a thing that makes me wonder if wondering about such things is a waste of my own spare time. But, if there is such a thing as spare time, do you reckon we could share with those who have no time to spare?
Oh, my. Remember the movie with Justin Timberlake, where people had only so much time? I caught the last few minutes but wouldn’t use my spare time to watch the entire thing. He should stick with making music. I actually bought a song of his. It’s “Hallelujah,” from the save Haiti movement. It moves me when I listen to it on my iPod, but that’s not often, since I only listen in my spare time.
Hey, sister! Can you help a sister with a little spare time?
Okay. There is no pretending that this is a stellar drawing. I have done very little art work since my sister passed on, so am more than rusty; yet, this is good enough for me. Sheesh. Am distracted by the bulge. BRB. Gotta go fix it.
Okay. It is done. I am too lazy to scan another copy, so I hope you will take my word that the tweaked drawing is much better. So. I did the sketch for my brother, who is the only person I know who doesn’t the name of the fastest man on the planet. To help him out, I decided to send him the entire Olympics 2012 sport section of the NYT I’ve been saving for any possible future grands that might come my way. Since I could not send him such marvels in a plain white envelope, I tarted it up just a little. Hope you get at least a smile from my efforts.
Sometimes a girl needs wings to traverse a balance beam.
Haven’t used My Therd Eye much lately. Creativity has been pushed out–tamped down–high jacked by Death. Pleased to have had the presence of mind to take it with me when I went out back today to check things out after all the rain, I spied these two. Made me LOL. No matter what–life goes on, doesn’t it?
Hanging on, or hung up?
Free-falling. If I let go, and when I land,
I hope I land on my back. Facing the sky.
I hope I don’t fall hard enough to die.
I check what grows each day. I search for enemies that invade and attack. It might take a little time, but I sit and stare until the enemy reveals itself. Then I make an assault. Sometimes I let my Therd Eye collect relevant data before I make a move. Like I did with this guy. I don’t have a clue to its reason for squatting. Not yet anyway, but it’s beautiful. Such lovely colors.
There’s nothing lovely about the Black Hole. It tends to eat up time. It tends to swallow colors. It tried to disguise itself as depression. It forced me to learn the difference between it and the Big D. The Big S (Sadness) piggybacks Grief and Mourning, and it can fool you into thinking loss has triggered an Episode.
It happened to me. Having come so far, it was heavier than the Big D, and it felt different. Its colors were different. It had a different smell. This came:
See? Cartoons aren’t always funny, but who said they had to be? I saw this one as The Swallow. Pun came on its own. Sadness is blue. Light blue. Depression can be a deep purple, aubergine, gray, black, or full red. Full red is “Danger, Willa Robinson! Get help!” I have learned to examine my funks. The trick is being aware, remembering to examine myself–like doing a breast self-exam. And yes, a prostate self-exam. It doesn’t hurt to ask for another opinion. I did. I asked O-Bird about the differences between sadness and depression. Before I was better I never examined sadness. Anything less than even or up was the dreaded valley. My sister passed on the 5th of May. I have been sinking since then, and . . . Wow. I have to go draw what I just saw. Yes, it’s a cartoon. And yes, it might be humorous, but you can’t tell if I don’t draw it. But . . . I cannot know for sure if what’s eating me is something as bad as this . .
. . . or is as simple as this . . .
. . . unless I check it out.