As a pet sitter, almost all of my appointments deal with this:
Or this:
And one can't forget that I have the honor of spending my days with the little guy, who is endlessly fun, but he does tend to do what comes naturally.
Not to mention my own contributions to the universe, which I choose not to share with you in picture form.
I have measured out my life in poo.
Okay, that might be a bit of a bastardization. The real line is: I have measured out my life in coffee spoons.
How amazing is that image?
Leave it to T.S. Eliot to astound with words. This little snatch is from The Long Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, which is one of the poems I keep in a familiar place so that I can re-read it from time to time.
I think about the image--measuring out his life in coffee spoons--and the repetitive, contained nature of of it, and it makes me wonder how I measure out my own days (besides with poo). I'd like to think that I measure my time in smiles or laughter, but the truth is that I have measured out my life in words--word by word, meticulously constructing sentences that complete paragraphs that complete texts. I'm okay with that.
How do you measure your days?
7 comments:
Lots of "poo" in our lives lately,too. But if I don't move on, I'll just end up sitting in it. Rather not.
My days are measured in moments: smiles, indeed; feathers found, words placed, laughter heard (mine and others,) a quiet voice from the past, a twinkling peek at the future, and the wonder of knowing there is some much more ahead.
That's a good question -- and I am not sure. It is something I will have to think about.
I LOVE "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock!" One of my favorite poems. The images that have stuck with me most are rolling up his pants and combing his hair over (well, if he dares), and then idea of being a crab on the ocean floor.
... Now I'm going to go read it again. :)
First of all, you deserve an award for the title of this post.
I haven't read J. Alfred in years. I think I'll dig it out again.
My days are measured in words, too. And in breaths--the deep ones, the shallow ones, the ones I let out in a sigh, the ones I hold too long, the ones I catch.
But some days are measured only in chocolate :-)
Hopefully, in laughter. (Thanks for the ones you gave me with this post!)
Love this post! Can totally relate. I am not sure how I measure it though. Would have to give that some thought. Probably by emails! LOL
I'd like to say...in "smiles", but then the practical side takes over and then has to say...in "tasks".
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