What time are you?

Sunday 9 March 2008

I have been uncommonly busy today, vacuuming and cleaning showers and toilets and mirrors and all of that shit off the floor in the playroom that's been sitting there since I took a photo of it back some time in November. I have Febrezed rugs and the couch (who I have named Keanu, as in, "I lay on Keanu and absently stroked his back while watching bearded men in jerkins on the television"), cleaned grouting, and done other mindless dull crap because tomorrow is gonna be hot hot hot and Monday is gonna be hot hot hot and I don't want to be houseworking in 35 degree heat (by the way, don't you love the word "jerkin"? It sounds a bit naughty, doesn't it).

And yes, I also took out some time to rest and relax, like I said, and went to Savers, which is like an intensive farming version of an opportunity shop, with branches in Australia, Canada and the US. It's massive. It's also much more expensive than, for example, the one St Bartholomews runs with Dulcie and Gretel behind the counter selling stuff that's a bit smelly. This one moves stock through pretty quickly, and there isn't too much crap there. Which is why I managed to spend 50 bucks there. 50 bloody bucks. That's crazy. That's eating into my "Going to Rosebank Retreat" fund right there. Shit. 50 bucks. But out of that, I got two skirts and five tops and a giant big ceramic bowl that Lester is now drinking out of (he's gone up in the world; the whole time we've been here he has been unceremoniously drinking out of a bucket. Ceramic that's cream coloured to match the benches is a much better look :) And so I'm tired now from all my gallivanting and doing so much in one day. I'm not used to this pace!

So what better thing to do but to digress and do mindless quizzes like What Time Of the Day Are You? (I was hoping it would tell me I was 11 Past 11, 'cause seriously, I notice that it's 11 past 11 WAY too many times in a week for it to be coincidence, and I have no idea why I am noticing it. I remember someone somewhere saying it was Universal Something Or Other Time, someone else on a forum said that they always stop and pray at that time.

But I like wasting all of my 11 Past 11'ses. I just notice, Oh look, it's 11 Past 11 again! and then I start singing the song called 11 Past 11 that featured in The Young Ones. And that's about it, really. Maybe one day I will stand before God and he will say, "I kept reminding you that it was 11 past 11 and you just kept blowing me off". If so, I apologise in advance, Papa. You'll have to give me a bit more of an idea what you want me to do, because I'm a bit thick, and before I know it it's 12 past 11 and I'm continuing on doing whatever I was doing at 10 past 11. So I'm sorry. But as you can see below, timetables aren't my thing.

I think I've sucked in too much vacuum cleaner dust. I'm going a bit insane. It's time for beddy byes (and anyway, Jennifer and I share the same brain frequency, and it's probably getting close to her getting up, and she's planning on cleaning her shower, and I don't want to be wasting any of the frequency rabbitting on about inconsequential shit 'cause it's past midnight and I always rave at this time of the night i think it's time to go to bed now dont you okay then goodnight or goodmorning as the case may be good afternoon and good evening while im here just to cover all bases okay i really am going away now bye)

You are late-sleepy relaxation, the half-awake moment when you realize it's morning, but you don't have to get up, because there's no place you have to be. You are that cozy spot under the covers where everything feels temporarily perfect, even if you know you'll eventually have to wiggle out and start the day. Maybe you're the artistic type, who doesn't function well on a normal schedule. Sleep's important to you, and you like the freedom of sleeping as late as you want (especially since that is closely related to the freedom to stay up as late as you want). You like to roll out of bed, put on some comfy clothes, and get a laid back start to the day. If not everything on your list gets accomplished, no worries. Your only priority is having no priorities ? you just want to take things at a slow, mellow pace.


  1. I'm so impressed with you 'cleaning' energy (and the way you listen to your body ... something I try to do as well). I took this quiz a while back but can't recall what the answer was ... and don't choose to take time today to revisit the quiz, but I did want to let you know I left a little 'bling' at Small Reflections this morning with your name attached ... so when you have time ... drop by to check it out. I'm hoping to post later at Sacred Ruminations because I want to participate in a new poetry 'thing' called One Single Impression ... but I need some reflective time to think first and that ain't happening at the moment. Sigh!
    Hugs and blessings,

  2. Since your results sounded so cool, I took the quiz. I am 3:15 p.m. Apparently, I am the moment school lets out. I am the sense of freedom after the last bell rings. I'm on my own schedule.
    I guess I am schedule-phobic, even if I am usually prompt. I resent schedules and, since I am retiring from a long career as a teacher, this result is particularly interesting. I take it as a good sign.

  3. Sue,
    Are you this funny in person? You seem to have that amazing personality that has such depth mixed with a good dose of wit.

    I was 6:49a.m.
    I posted the results on my blog.

    Are you recovered from all that vacuum cleaner dust? My shower is not clean...I chiseled out the bottom of my son's Pinewood Derby car instead so he could race it today, so thanks for the frequency. :)

  4. Somehow that description sounds just like you.

    I took the test, but it was nothing like me...so I scrapped it. Weird.

  5. Sorry its hot. Wish I could mail you some snow. :)

  6. DUDE!
    Cleaning ... hmmmm. Yeah, I might get around to it soon. Actually, with the promise of Spring, I am feeling that urge to purge. It's crazy how much crap accumulates ... grrrr. Hey, cool quiz. My results:

    You're 6:49 a.m.
    You're the time of day right around sunrise, when the sky is still a pale bluish gray. The streets are empty, and the grass and leaves are a little bit sparkly with dew. You are the sound of a few chirpy birds outside the window. You are quiet, peaceful, and contemplative. If you move slowly, it's not because you're lazy ? it's because you know there's no reason to rush. You move like a relaxed cat, pausing for deep stretches that make your muscles feel alive. You are long sips of tea or coffee (out of a mug that's held with both hands) that slowly warm your insides just as the sun is brightening the sky.

    I'm off to check out Jennifer's blog.

  7. Dream,
    TOo cool!!! We should have that cup of coffee out of mug that's held with both hands. :)

  8. I would have thought your time would be closer to 4:20.

    You know, like, its time for my 4:20;)

  9. ST - Thank you for your luvverly award! I shall add it to my pixellated trophy cabinet :)

    And I see from Sacred Reflections that inspiration did hit :) I covet your dog, my dear.

    Barbara - I love the sound of 3.l5 pm. I think the cool thing about this little quiz is the descriptors. They're all really sweet - and yes, good sign for your retirement! :)

    Jennifer - No, I'm not this funny in person. I'm a dull, dim-witted fool who only comes alive on the page.

    What's the deal with chiselling out the bottom of derby cars? That sounds very interesting ... much more interesting than cleaning the damn shower! :)

    Erin - Yes, it is rather like me. It's always nice having my crap sleep patterns validated as "artistic" :) What time were you? Huh? Huh?

    Shelia - No need to be sorry it's hot - I'm not! :) Yum yum hot weather in March. It's like the summer we didn't really get to have, but with the lovely benefit of the nights being a bit cooler. I'm having a ball :) But I'm always up to receiving a bit of snow in the mail though.

    Dream - Yeah, purging is just totally a rocking thing to do, School of Rock. (That's purging from your house, not out of your mouth in a bulimic fashion).

    I love that description about "you are long sips of tea or coffee (out of a mug that's held with both hands" bit - cool :)

    Dream, meet Jennifer. Jennifer, Dream :)

  10. Well actually, Anon, I wouldn't know what a 4:20 was if it came and bit me on the bum :)

  11. I suspect Anon was referring to this.

  12. Erin - ahh, thank you for the enlightenment. Well, that may have certainly been me a while ago, but I have incarnated about 14 new incarnations since then, Anon. Keep up ;)

  13. Purging from one's mouth is super nastified.

    With the big re-org, I'm actually going to create a stu-stu-studio - YAY!

    Jennifer! Coffee with two hands - oh yeah, we're cool like that! BTW, I love your blog. I will comment soon.

    I think 4:20 is a weed thing.

  14. OK, I just checked out the link Erin provided. Good to know I'm not completely out of it.

  15. Are you gonna sing Su-su-sudio in your stu-stu-studio?

    Yay for stu-stu-studios.


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