create it if you can’t find it

An abandoned blog is a sad blog indeed. If this blog were my cat it would be dead from neglect or really pissed.

To be blunt, I have barely had time to sleep, so the few hours available are usually filled with my body inert and brain disconnected from the world. Ye olde alarm clock of doom and torment screams off a little after daybreak, whereupon my clumsy fingers grab at some unfortunate pan and that evening’s dinner gets thrown together. The gas even dislikes being disturbed that early in the morning. Coffee laughs at me and says, “Just cook your meal, woman, and get back to bed. You have twenty minutes to spare if you hurry up on those potatoes.”

Well, work tends to occupy the space after the cranky food is shoved into the refrigerator. I am a relatively new hire and often exceed my hours in an attempt to manage Courses Yet to be Taken in future semesters. Afterward, Courses Currently Taking passes by with relative ease and boulders of homework to follow. I trudge home. Wash the dishes. Prepare lunch for the next day. Iron clothes. And set down to work sometime around eleven or twelve.

Exhausted. However, even the busiest of stinging insects requires a break every now and then. I’ve been on the hunt for some decorative prey – a clock, really. There hasn’t been one that has met my standards within the past two months. What should a person do when their native land of consumerism isn’t providing quality goods? By golly, make it herself!

It was really quite easy – a simple clock mechanism purchased from a local crafts store, some krazy glue, and an unused Pearl cymbal completes this ensemble. It really thrills me, and I will gladly revel in my drummer glory as it reflects the morning sun. Hopefully, cymbal rays beaming down will be a more pleasant way to wake up than the insults of its cellular phone counterpart.

P.S. Thanks for not giving up on this site yet.