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September 30, 2006

Copious Free Time

Posted by CaMabigail



The scene is the same, day after mind-numbing day. A innocent request as it may be, the obligitory albiet minial low-priority task seems at that point to loose every last bit of purpose when prefaced with "...in your copious free time.." I honestly can't help but smilee at the blantant attempt to make light of the fact that we are saturated.
Throughout college, I'll admit now that I had quite a lot of copious free time. Ask me about it then and I would have told you I didn't have any free time. I couldn't possibly find the time to do everything, but I find myself wishing I had that problem now. I just couldn't seem to find the time to go to class, intern, deal with the necessary and obligatory studying, write that term paper and make it t the bars every night and catch all my favorite day time soaps. This life seems so selfish to me now. And of course, now , looking back I can't believe I didn't better use of my time. Copious free time of course, being as it may, is as unattainable currently as the coveted law degree I have chased the last 10 years of my life. The truth about copious free time is we all spend it here- on the internet, some of us while at work, and other like myself, only after the baby is asleep and only if I myself aren't exhausted.


September 19, 2006

Wake up Call

Posted by CaMabigail

The squeals and shrill cry woke me - startled me out of my slumber. A common occurrence, normal on a weekend morning when the first to wake isn't the alarm clock. These sounds weren't coming from my daughter today, they were coming from our phone. The LAN line we keep at my insistence has caused us to wake not once not twice, but three times last night and this morning. Who would dare call a midnight, three a.m., or even six a.m. on a Sunday? "Tilton Pac Construction" the caller id reads. Considering the disruption the least that I would expect is a breathy caller asking me what I'm wearing - but no. Instead the piercing sound of a fax attempting to transmit echos through the receiver until you hang up. I would change my number if it wasn't so easy to memorize.
So until we can figure out something else, our phone will be turned off at night, or at least the ringer will be off.