Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock Drip Drop

Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock Drip Drop

Are you like me? Have you got that one clock in a room, somewhere in your house, that you just don't bother to 'Fall Back' or 'Spring Ahead' with? A clock that makes that one room in your house a time zone unto its self.
It's a clock that for 6 months of every year is an hour off. In my case the old digital clock is always on daylight savings time. I've long forgotten what buttons to push and in what order to do it in to move it ahead or back sixty minutes. About ten years ago I got it on Standard time where it sat for probably three and a half years. Till one day my wife had some relative coming to stay in that room while the Daylight Savings Event was on. So, after some lively encouragement from the wife, I spent the better part of two hours and 'Sprung Ahead' old Digit.
Now a days all my wifes relatives get a motel when they come to town. My sleep walking and bed wetting worked. (Okay I've got issues).
So old Digit just stays at the time where he can squeeze the most sunlight out of each day. Oh I guess I could wake up at midnight and quickly unplug and then plug him back in again, but that seems like killing him and then restarting his heart again. What if I can't bring him back? My little room all unto itself serves me just fine. It's like a time machine right in my basement. Walk in the room, and you are magically transported one hour ahead. I wish I had a room like this as a kid!
"Go to your room and do your homework for an hour!" my Dad would yell. "Heck, I'll do an hour and ten Dad!" I always did an excellent job on title pages for Social Studies and the extra ten minutes should have it covered.
Walking out of the aforementioned room with the magic digital clock you go back in time. Upon exiting the room you now know what rooms to avoid from your homework pushing father, cause you were just there! Back in time!
My wonder working clock with its four sets of red numbers from 0-9 was given as a wedding gift (But now it's mine. Not hers! She said I could have it!). It use to be an answering machine as well as a clock, but as it got older it became like me, and realized it didn't have the answers anymore. And I unknowingly became like Digit, always a little off of the time, with the rest of the household.
Me and my ticking digital clock, together for all time!
Oh!....Hang on its not ticking. It's the faucet in the bathroom basement counting off the seconds. I should get around to that........Nawh! The wife says the basement is my world. I'm King Here! A kingdom where faucets will keep time to clocks that are wrong for half of the year and ruled by a king that can wet a bed from four paces (well not now).
BeepBeepBeepBeep
Oh, time for my pills..........or was that an hour ago?

Bob Niles
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Hello (cartoon)

"HELLO! HELLO? EXCUSE ME! HELLO!"

"HELLO! HELLO? EXCUSE ME! HELLO!"

RINGRINGRINGRINGRINGRINGRINGRINGRINGRINGRINGRINGRINGRI
"Excuse me......Hello?....Excuse there,....yes you, ah, Santa...........Oh no, no problem, I guess you couldn't hear me cause of you ringing them bells.........Oh and a Merry Christmas to you too! And a Happy New Year. I was just wondering, could I just get around you there?......Oh yes it is quite a big job, LOL as the kids say.......Could I just step past you there?............Yes it is very crowded with all this Christmas display....very pretty. ......where has the year gone eh? Well you know there's just about two months left in the year so we're really only 10 months into the year..........Yes, yes so much to do before the 'Big Day'.....If you could just stop ringing for a moment, I need to get around you....well yes if you could just step aside that would be great!.......Yes of course be careful, don't want to break anything with only 2 months before your big night.......Yes, it's right behind you there that I need....No, no not the Christmas decoration.....Yes, that's it the box with all the poppies, I want to purchase one..... Well, maybe that's best, why don't I just hand you the money, there seems to be too much Christmas in the way of me and my poppy..... .....Thank-you......Yes I do wear it proud.....It's on November11th, Remembrance Day,......Great! You'll be there. Good for you! But, maybe next year, and here don't take this personal, it's okay if you and Christmas don't hit town till the 12th. I hope this doesn't put me on the bad list? I mean I love Christmas, but if you could just wait, hold off all the Christmas noise till we have our moment of silence to remember the fallen. They that paid the ultimate price, to be remembered.....Greatly appreciated! RINGRINGRINGRINGRINGRINGRIN RINGRINGRINGRINGRIN

Bob Niles
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I Wish You a ....

I Wish You a ....
by Bob Niles

"Make sure you wish Mommy a happy birthday when she brings your cereal." I said to my 4yr. old granddaughter.
My daughter and granddaughter live in our suite downstairs. Both Charlotte (granddaughter) and I get up early, and she likes to come upstairs and watch Sesame Street together. I greatly enjoy this time as I do look foolish watching Sesame Street by myself. Unlike Jeopardy, I get all the questions right here though.
After about 30 min. of the letter 'S' and the number '12' mom comes upstairs with the Fruit Loops.
"Happy Birthday!" I proclaim as I draw out the birthday part.
Crickets. All I heard were crickets creaking (well if I had any you could of heard them) as Charlotte just sat there looking like she had fallen asleep.
"Ah thanks! 29 for the third time." mom says. "Charlotte hurry and eat up. Mommy's got to get to work and you've got to get ready.......Okay?"
"Okay Mom!"
Mom heads back downstairs, and I poke her in the ribs with a "What's with that I told you to wish Mom a happy birthday."
"I did!" she defends.
"When? Earlier this morning?"
"No just now. I closed my eyes and wished. If you say a wish out loud, it doesn't come true you know. You told me that."
True enough that conversation had happened when on her birthday she was just about to blow out the candles on her cake. "Make a wish. But don't tell anyone or it won't come true." I told her.
Now, we all know that unwritten rule that silence is golden when it comes to wishes. So I ask, have we been doing it wrong all these years by vocalizing and singing festive wishes? Have we placed the chance of having a 'Happy' or 'Merry' anything in the dumpers by verbal acknowledgement of ones day, year, holiday or event?
And now with the magic of the inter-webby-thingie and the book of faces with people twittering, tweeting, inter-texting and many other 'ings' everybody from grandma to the paperboy you had four years ago, types out a public wish to ruin your chance of a happy or merry anything.
This is why the world is so screwed up! No ones wishes come true cause everyone let's everyone know what they are! People are standing around wishing pools and wells proclaiming their wishes as if it were a God given right. Why the once magical kerplunk of the coin is now drowned out by the cries of deal making people that are owed a wish

Four hour later

Okay I've taken my meds and cooled down now. And going out on a limb like that I guess was silly too. ( not the first time I've fallen out of a tree though. As a kid in a cradle the wind came up while in a tree top. Which explains a lot)
All tongue in cheek. But I found Charlottes answer very interesting. Told what to do, and with her knowledge of a wish and how they work, it was executed perfectly. It was me that had it wrong!

Bob Niles
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125 Minutes to write 60. (cartoon)

It Took Me 125 Minutes to Write About 60

It Took Me 125 Minutes to Write About 60

Lucky us! We are given 60 minutes this weekend. It only happens twice a year! 60 free minutes to do with whatever you will. It's like God reaches down his hand and says "SAY, DO YOU HAVE A MINUTE FOR ME? NO? WELL I'LL GIVE YOU 60 OF THEM ANYWAY!" ( I think he'd talk loud so I used loud letters)
Now what do I do? Do I spend, invest, or give away my 60 minutes?
Do I go to the mall and spend them? Or blow them at the driving range? How about if I just wasted them and watched TV? I know I'll go to the spa and spend them on me. Me Me Me Me! They're mine! They were stolen from me last Spring and now I'm going to enjoy them! Me deserves them 60 minutes. Plus, I'll borrow some from work on Monday and make a day of it. They have a lifetime of my minutes and I want some back! Naaa, I talk big but I won't do it.
I've got so many minutes of my life invested in my job. Twenty-five years of minutes invested in the warehouse. Someday it'll pay off though, and I'll have a nice job upstairs in the office. The kids in the warehouse say I'm just wasting time down here. They say I need to march upstairs with my portfolio of invested minutes and prove to them their time is being wasted with me in shipping. It hurts when you invest so much of your time, for them, and now it's they who are wasting it.
When I was young I had plenty of time to waste, for I knew I had much more tomorrow. Now, time for tomorrow seems an uncertainty. The time I've invested and the time I've spent won't buy me tomorrow.
Invested time, is time with, and for others. At an early age it starts with family, then you buddies at school, girlfriends ( here, there was much interest in this investment) and then a wife. Kids hopefully become part of the investment in time, and then on to Grandkids.
This person has found invested time is much more rewarding than spent time. And, I find it easier to remember invested time. Always someone there to help you remember times together. You invest with them, they invest with you. Together you build interest.
But sadly for us all time runs out. We've all experienced family or friends that this has happened to. Imagine what they would give to have just but 60 minutes more. What would they do with 60 minutes more? Go to the mall? Driving range? watch TV? Or get a much needed cleanse at the spa? ( if you were dead, then not dead, I think it would be important).
No I think they would give it to you. Time given is selflessness. They would give each second of each minute to the people they loved for that hour. Not a moment wasted! Given time is easily forgotten by you, but greatly remembered by others. Time given is the greatest way to experience a moment
So come this Sunday morning when you wake up with that extra hour in your daytimer, and consider its fate, use it to the best of your ability. Enjoy it, share it or give it, but don't waste it. Time flys so quickly, and soon you're out of it.

"Yesterday has gone. Tomorrow has not yet come.
We have only today. Let us begin."
Mother Teresa

Bob Niles
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A How to Trick-er-Treat on November 1st. (cartoon)