Time. I worry about it during workouts. I mean, they’re only 45 minutes long. An entire thin-crust supreme pizza wouldn’t last 45 minutes in front of me. 45 minutes is only half the length of a decent movie. I can piddle away 45 minutes looking for a word in a puzzle. But put me in a boat with a cramp, or on a bike at the far end of a turnaround ride, or in a car flying down the interstate after I drank a diet mountain dew? 45 minutes is nearly as long as that insane workout I mentioned earlier. Seriously. Do 20 pushups. That should eat up at least six minutes, don’t you think? I gotta start working out with people older than me. They have a better sense of time.
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Hey, Ziggy! We’re ordering pizza delivery! You gonna Foote the bill again?
Great, we love you, Man.
yup, needing to pee takes all the patience right outta me, especially on a bumpy ride
It’s the worst. 2 minutes seems like an hour.
My cat hasn’t curled up on my lap in a few weeks – he’s very independent – so today, I had a headache, slept in, and as I was getting up to go pee, he decides it’s a GREAT day to be lovey. *facepalm* The longest 1/2 hour of my life right there.
Cat-time is not human-time. You know that by now. And when it’s ‘time’ to a cat, your puny human concerns are of no concern. You should know that by now.
OH, I’m getting the picture that I’m just his butler. The little asshole. LOL Love him even though he is an ass.
Our two were born on our bed, and we kept two of the litter. They’re part Persian and shed really fine hair all over (we brush them a lot and they love it). We’re pretty well trained. All cats have their moments… do get one of those cardboard scratching things, cats instinctively know what they’re for and delight in maiming them to rubble. Giving them catnip is funny too. Purring little druggies. It’s so worth being their slave….
I haven’t had a diet Mt. Dew in years. I have to have my coffee though. Or tea, and ice tea will flow right through you too.
45 minutes of weeding (hand weeding) of stuff past your chest, with hidden standing water things within that swath, that is about three days of misery or feels like it. The weed pile is now waist high, the water is dumped, and I am feeling all the roving self-employed organic hemoglobin sample collectors that stopped by for a quick snack. Y’know, nobody has a nice big cloud of no-seeums or other gnatties or mosquitos following them like their personal aura….
Like Charlie Brown’s friend pigpen – I like it
Many years ago I delivered a paper route that was about 90 houses. In the season, you’d be slogging with cross slung canvas newspaper bags and have a CLOUD of mosquitos just singing you a good one for the entire route. Take a bath in bug-be-gone and slog that whole thing while being chewed to a bloody booger. I’m surprised on the canoe race nobody has a cloud of opportunists that were waiting in the nooks and crannies of the canoe for captive lunching to happen in the middle of the lake…
Feel free to hang out with us oldies.
45 minutes is still 45 minutes.
Row just 2000 meters. Simple….it’s just over a a mile and a quarter.
After 4 minutes you swear time has stopped or is actually going in reverse adding to your continued suffering.
I tend to use counting down……you do eventually get to zero. Unless you use calculus where there is no zero. Infinity.
I always found the time went faster when I was competing, then when I was ‘crew’, waiting for team members to come in.