Monday morning BBBH left the premises with the announcement that she was "going shopping; I'll see you when I see you."
This rather left me at loose ends in an empty house. Oh, I did have a load of laundry in the washer and a load in the dryer, so I was destined to have a few minutes of productive time. What else to do? Ah, peanut butter cookies. I ripped a recipe from a BH&G that was lying around and gathered the required ingredients.
I do not cook, but Beautiful tells me (often) "If you can read, you can cook." I'm not about to let that dictum reach the stage of verification, but I don't mind making cookies or candy on occasion, and I have been know to bake a cake now and then.
The details would only bore you, thus it is sufficient to say that the cookies were baked, the kitchen cleaned up, and the laundry folded by the time the spouse arrived home.
What a good boy am I.
The point? Surely not to fish for your approbation or admiration. But go ahead, if you wish. Rather it is this. I was thinking of an expression, probably biblical1, which my father used quite often. "Redeem the time," he would say. I suspect, looking back through the tunnel of time, that often his point was simply that I was a sluggard, or at best I was wasting good time which might be better utilized. When I was twelve, fourteen, seventeen, or whatever, I suspect that I had little enough grasp of the true value of the time we are allotted. I may have taken his words as chastisement and received them with resentment on occasion.
That is one of the problems of youth. In our youth, we have the strength and stamina for the tasks set before us, but we haven't the good sense to recognize the gift we have received in having been granted time.2
Now, Dad is gone and the time remaining to me is rushing past like a foehn wind down the east slope of the Rockies. I have neither the strength nor the stamina, I have too little time. What I have is the wisdom that comes with experience,3 but not time enough to avail myself of the benefit of that wisdom.
So, in an effort to "redeem the time," I may just bake more cookies, read more poetry, take more pictures. Well, it's a thought.
2Teenagers, sadly, are immortal in their own eyes.
3BBBH says it is true we learn by experience; but, we will never have that experience again. So what do we do with the lesson learned?