Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life? Matthew 6:27 (NIV)
What did you do with your extra hour yesterday? Or was it today that we got back the hour that we so reluctantly “saved” last spring. In reality, I suppose I slept through it. Or maybe I was awake. Was that one of the myriad of times, the dang dogs got me up last night? I do not know what has gotten into them, but they have decided to sleep all day and play all night and their play involves the in and out game. Scratch on the door to go outside, then, lick us in the face until we are awake enough to open it. Thirty seconds, later they fling themselves at the door to come back in sounding like the SWAT team coming for our drugs. No, Mr. Policeman, all we have is Zyrtec, taken for allergies, but with the added benefit of being a sleep aid. Unfortunately, it isn’t enough to help me sleep through the dogs antics because ten minutes after coming back in, they want to go out again. So, I guess you could say that is how I spent my extra hour. Or you could say I used it digging up rose brushes with friends at the “Dave Ramsey” nursery. All of us gardeners in the Dave Ramsey class can’t afford to buy plants anymore, but our local art center is getting new landscaping. I know the director, and she said we could have all the rosebushes we wanted if we would just dig them up. I just took three since I have downsized, but my friends got a truckload. Or, you could say I spent my hour at a get together for a family birthday. We got to watch Miss Julia perform and ate some sumptuous cake. I stayed up an hour later last night and shopped for jewelry and glass supplies on line, so maybe I used my extra time spending. No, better not confess that. That hour could also have been spent helping youngest son do an outline for a big research paper he has due. It was pretty difficult to write since he has done NO research yet. But, boy, he has a great outline now and will know what to write once he finds some sources! As of 4:00 on my second day of a forty nine hour weekend, there was one thing I had yet to do. The only thing I wanted to do all weekend long! Fuse glass. But, I finally got a load into the kiln and am waiting now for it to cool. So, what did you do with your extra hour? I hope it was not worry, because no matter how much I might fret over son’s homework assignment or whether the dog has a bladder infection or whether someone in my family is unhappy or whether we got the holes at the art center raked in enough, only once a year do I get an extra hour and even that is only illusion.