In the Fullness of Time

No, the title has nothing to do with this post. Not now, at least, but there's always hope that I'll be able to tie things together by the time I get to the end. No, this post -- right now -- has to do with that lumpy, full, sore feeling I have in my throat. It's one of them, a sore throat, probably a staph infection, and I used to get them all the time. I used to smoke, too, and there's a good chance the two are connected. (Ya think?) But it's been a while, so I've forgotten how annoying this is. Bear with me, then, while I search for things to blog about this morning.

Not that I don't always search for things to blog about. I do, but I usually don't do it out loud. Oh, sure, there are the mornings when I've had a memorable dream and it's still rattling around in my head. But yesterday's dream had something to do with moving, and the last thing I remember doing before I woke up was cleaning the garage. Heady stuff, no? And this morning? Well, there was something there, especially since I slept an extra half hour, but danged if I can remember what it is. And danged if I've ever used that expression "danged if I..." before. I haven't. It's just not something we say in New York City unless we want to have the other boys beat the snot out of us.

And maybe steal our lunch money. Of course, this never happened to me, mostly because I had the good sense to avoid hokey phrases. We were all about cool in NYC, cool things to say, cool ways to dress. Or... No, that wasn't us. I went to school in the late sixties, and we were all about other things. Growing our hair as long as we wanted to, which was hard because our (parents, aunts, uncles, grandmothers) made us cut it. We were really all about... well, I was all about hobbits for a week, Regents week, my last week in high school, the week my sister made the mistake of giving me The Hobbit and the Lord of the Rings trilogy. And since I can't read things like that over time, I read them all, cover to cover, in a few days.

I didn't study much that week, but I did crave a pipe. And a ring of power. The pipe was something I could manage, although I had to keep it hidden. And the ring of power? I had one of those, too! It was a quarter ring -- a ring made out of a quarter which I had mashed, with a spoon, over the course of many days. If you beat a quarter with a spoon - hit the inside part of the spoon against the ridged edge of the quarter -- it gradually flattens and curves to conform to the spoon. Then, you drill out the inside and file everything until it's smooth, and voila! A Ring of Power.

It's not something you can do overnight, though. It demands patience and the fullness of time.