My gosh. It's January 17th. Already!
Seems like just three days ago we were ringing in the new year. And now the first month of it's more than half gone. Where it went, I wish I knew....
They say everyone has the same number of hours in a day, but sometimes those hours become awfully hard to hang onto. It's no wonder, with every one of us involved in working outside the house, working inside the home, raising children, and/or caring for aging parents. Not to mention juggling housework, yardwork, grocery shopping, and laundry. Oh, and don't forget the gazillion other errands on that "To Do" list.
The days get away from us, and even when we do have a free moment here and there, we're too busy to notice!
Wouldn't it be wonderful if there were a Minute Elf to gather up the stray bits of time that have fallen through the cracks? Sort of the way the Tooth Fairy comes and collects our teeth. The Tooth Fairy pays us in cold, hard cash, which isn't such a bad thing, of course. But if "time is money," as the old saying goes, maybe the Minute Elf could reward us with seconds and minutes and—if we're very lucky--hours, to replace whatever moments of our lives had slipped away.
That would be worth more than a few coins under your pillow, don't you think?
All my best to you,
Barbara
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Barbara White Daille
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2 comments:
Tney had commercials for Sears around Christmas where you can rent an elf to help you shop. I never looked into it so I have no idea how it worked.
Funny, Christa! I'd never seen the commercials, but they sound cute.
Best,
Barbara
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