Christmas Shopping: Time flies when you’re...

I already know that time flies when you’re having a good time.

Last June I motorcycled along the south shore of the St. Lawrence R. for a few hours on the way out to, and back from, Halifax, NS.

New roads and scenery. New places to stop for photos, snacks, coffee, buns with bacon and cream on top for $4 a piece.

When I stopped for the evening I was refreshed, invigorated, several pounds heavier. I didn’t care. I was having a blast and time flew by as quick as the kilometers.

I experienced something similar today while shopping (minus the motorcycle and sticky buns).

Though I was in a long line-up (or queue, according to the Scots) at Chapters, time passed quickly.


["Baggobooks - under $20. He scores!": photo GH]

I sipped a coffee, watched the crowds, glanced at the books I’d selected, sipped coffee some more and let my mind wander.

I thought, I’ll design a birdhouse in the shape of an Ontario farmhouse. I'll use old lumber and make it board-and-batten style. I’ll attach an outhouse to an outer wall and put granite counter tops in the kitchen. I’ll put in copper plumbing upstairs and down. I’ll...

I received an accidental bump from behind (I think), maybe because a cashier was waving at me. My turn.

It felt like I was in and out in mere minutes.

Sure, time flies when you’re having a good time,. But it goes even faster if you’re not paying attention.

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It Strikes Me Funny here.

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