Where does the time go? Does anyone know?

21 Apr

When I was growing up my parents used to always play this “Eternal Love” compilation CD in the car. I think they either got it for free or from the dollar bin, but it was quality. One of my favorite songs on it was “Where Does the Time Go” by Julia Fordham. I never got what she was singing in the beginning though.

“If I could have a pound for every moment I’ve spent worrying

On all the little things in life that frankly there’s no hurrying

Then I would be a rich girl, I wanna be a rich girl soon”

“How would she be a rich girl?” I used to wonder. “Wouldn’t she just be a fat girl with all those extra pounds?”

…And then I moved to the UK and suddenly it all makes sense. Although I feel like in the US the saying is often, “If I had a nickel,” although perhaps it has evolved to a dollar, thanks to inflation. (Still, that song is from 1989, so a 1989 pound was worth quite a lot. Surely she’s a rich girl now).

Where was I going with this… oh yes, where does the time go?! It seems like only yesterday my friend was here — I haven’t even had a chance to post about Paris yet — and now my parents are coming next weekend. I had to make a To Do List of everything that I need to accomplish before Saturday. It ranges from the not fun — clean bathrooms and wash the kitchen floor (which involves scrubbing on my hands and knees, yuck) — to watch “Sound of Music.” (Because we’re going on the “Sound of Music” tour in Salzburg and how foolish would I seem if I hadn’t watched it recently?!) I also need to finish a painting I’ve been working on and bake muffins, not to mention do some extra work since I’ll be essentially taking two weeks off. I guess my To Do list isn’t too bad after all, although everything takes time, which I never seem to have enough of lately. I don’t even have time to properly finish this post, so baby pandas on a slide:
panda slide

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