Keeping Pace

Keeping Pace

Archives for May 16, 2012

Time

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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.

sundial

Home
Home again
I like to be here
when I can

When I come home
Cold and tired
Its good to warm my bones
Beside the fire

Far away
Across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell

Time, Pink Floyd (partial lyrics)

needle in a haystack

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Towards the end of my working day I was asked to find a needle in a haystack. I attacked full force, heave hoeing with my pitchfork so-to-speak and throwing the pieces of hay aside in hopes of finding the item of interest (one single data point amid a million or so others).  As 5 pm approached, I left everything where it was and abandoned the task with hopes that my morning latte would somehow provide a clear path to discovery.

But NOOOOO!

I’m on cup #2 and am having no more luck than yesterday. My guess is that the “needle” fell out of the haystack on the way to the barn or, perhaps, was never there at all. At any rate, I certainly cannot find it.

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