And you run .. Time

….and you run to catch up with the sun buts it’s sinking….
Remember that Pink Floyd song? Time. Oh so true it is.

Any way, I have my gallery almost ready from prime time. I need to upload more shots and make the galleries, and I don’t know when I will have the TIME to do that.

A few posts back (here) I was talking about one of my favorite hang outs that was crumbling away [that was CyberCrew]… well it’s impossible to keep a good forum down, so what has happened is a new great forum has had the opportunity to Rise Up! Check out the Digital Asylum. [this one is gone now too] I am very happy about this, I had missed the old ‘other to be nameless’ forum and this one is much better.

We are working at lot out at the house, lots of movement this year. Got 3 scrappy old oaks down that helps with the light and firewood, I am painting the kitchen area of the house now. A light yellow/green on the lid, a pale green on one wall and a bright yellow on the other, with an accent wall I hope to be deep hibscus red, we’ll see if I can find the paint.

Going to Eureka all day tomorrow, mostly for errands, maybe we will see a movie. We have to put a new engine in the truck, this is gonna make us really tighten our belts so to speak for awhile.

Ok, for those who managed to read through most of that drivel,
here’s a treat, Agave.

I am waiting for it to be in full flower, wasn’t there yet today.
The site this gallery is sitting in needs a major overhaul, and that is next on my tech list of things I want to do for myself.

Time (Mason, Waters, Wright, Gilmour) 7:06

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you’re older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I’d something more to say.

~ from