Sunday, 29 August 2010

The Luxury of Time

Yesterday I wrote a bleak essay about losing the luxury of time ... about exchanging it for something of lesser value.  I decided not to post it and made up my mind to simply enjoy my weekend of freedom from teaching.  I love teaching ... the people ... the intellectual excitement it generates ... but I have been missing my long days and the peace that comes from being on top of things in my life.

So ... here is my Saturday recollected ... plus a photo of me taken on the first day of teaching last week ...


.. . the view as evening sets in ...














.... the satisfaction of a table finally cleared of hours of work
... a glass of wine to celebrate
... a bed made up fresh with air dried linens waiting for me
... a new bathing suit after being christened in a kayak and in the waters of the lake with Kenya by my side
... a tub filling for a relaxing bath






It has been a good day ... hope yours was too.  And just think ... there is still one more weekend day left before life begins to spin by again, and the luxury of time disappears.

7 comments:

Barbara Carlson said...

Nice set of comforts.
And nothing is under water.
Poor Pakistan.
Just finished Three Cups of Tea about Greg Mortenson
so have such empathy for the country.

Oma said...

Yes ... aren't we lucky?

We complain about summers that are too hot and winters that are too cold ... but we live in such luxury compared to most of the world.

I liked Greg's book, too.

deb said...

Nice picture of you.

Oma said...

Thanks, Deb ... good thing Kerstin took it on Wednesday rather than Friday :-)

Colleen said...

What an enjoyable photo essay.

Fräulein Eberg said...

I love your love of the little things... they are the bits of sand that fill-up the hourglass of life and make it full and fulfilled.

Oma said...

Thank you, Colleen and Fraulein ... sometimes we get too bust to stop and appreciate ...