First you'll need some context.
The Miraverse has been derived from the phrase 'the Mira Universe".
In the encapsulation of the Miraverse time and space, is the reality and the fantasy me that exist simultaneously.
For example the Fantasy me, gets up @ 6am, goes for a jog in a cute outfit everyday, makes her own bread and jam, makes her own clothes (haute couture of course), knits prolifically, hand makes most gifts for others. Embroiders pillowcases, speaks 6 languages, etc...
You get the picture.
The reality me spends a lot of time feeling tired, watching TV, working, working some more, and sneaking as much time out with friends as possible.
Not horrible, but a far cry from the fantasy me.
Ok so here's where the time paradox kicks in. I have been working pretty hard lately. Not that I don't always work hard, but it has included a lot of extra hours. I feel totally disconnected from much else. I am so busy these days, that I am getting frustrated with my schedule.
I have been mentally looking forward to this long week-end for ages! It's been a literal countdown for maybe 2 weeks.
So Friday night was the David Crowder Concert @ Queensway. Rush to finish work a smidgen early, rush to get to the church - complete frustration on an almost completely stopped highway with 4 students who are hot, restless and hungry in the car for well over an hour and fifteen minutes, rush to get something to eat (so hungry, I actually feel sick at this point), miss the entire opening act which was Hillsong Youth.
Saturday, another very, very full day - gym workout, laps in the pool, fixing the steering wheel controls on the car (oh, as an aside, Kevin & Bruce totally figured it out, and it was a faulty harness - so I promised them some kind of manly magic wands, because they were like fairy godmothers - any suggestions on manly magic wands?), visit with friends in the evening.
Today started out with me having to get to church early for welcoming team, then I picked up a pizza for lunch, took a nap, and then ran to Costco to pick a pie for tomorrow's festivities.
Now I am totally bored. I could be knitting, baking, making bread, something - but I am lump on the sofa bored.
So I spend the bulk of my time wishing, hoping, praying for some free time, some slack from the busyness - and then as soon as I get it, I don't know what to do with myself, and I dislike it.
The Miraverse Time Paradox.
2 comments:
To be fair... it wasn't really the harness that was faulty. It was our interpretation of the harness that was faulty. We didn't fix it, so much as we reconfigured it for our purposes. :)
And hey... you weren't sitting around doing nothing... you were writing a blog entry! That's something!
Could be worse... we could all be in the hospital after being pulled from a pile of rubble on the 401. :)
manly magic wands = beef pepperettes
Also, I know that you probably don't feel like you can just pick up the phone and call any time nowadays, but: a) 7:20pm is not too late around our house and; (b) some day, you'll be welcome to call at whatever hour you please again, Kara will just have to learn that her bedtime isn't everyone else's.
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