Killing
Time ©
By
Michael Casey
Well
I promised you I’d Kill Time, so here it is. Sometimes we wish we could kill
time, or turn back time. Sometimes we think our Time is up, but sometimes there
are miracles, such as the Thai child footballers
being rescued from that cave. But we must all remember the one Thai who lost
his life bringing those children home. We thought Time was up for my own dad
back in 1996 when he had his heart attack
8 bare weeks after mum had died in the marriage bed beside him. But he
beat Death itself and had 5.5 more years with us, which led to me meeting my
wife and then having 2 daughters. It’s
all in Padre Pio and Me if you can find it.
So
this afternoon I was waiting in, but sadly I did not get the result I wanted.
However it did make me think about Time, and killing Time. And being bored. I never get bored myself because
I’ve always got something to think about, and yes I have an Interior Life. I’m
sure if you ask the “stars” on Love Island what an Interior Life is they will
say it’s something to do with decorating. Though I may need to get somebody to
do some decorating for me before I wait in again. Sounds like a puzzle, I’m
sure you’ll work it out.
Or
in the meantime what does MC=4C mean, something for the Maths or Chemistry
students out there. By the way in her latest test my daughter got 87% for her
Chemistry. As my dad used to say, do what you like but do your best, he did
hold her in his arms before my mother called him to Heaven for his dinner.
Yesterday 9th July would have been their 71st Wedding
Anniversary, that was them on their Wedding Day in the photo I posted plus my
auntie too. My dad slept with his brother on his wedding day and my mother
slept with her sister, you can see her at the side of the photo. Why? A Kerry
Tradition? No, because dad’s brother was up from Cricklewood in London so he
had to sleep somewhere.
I
hope I haven’t stolen too much of your time by sharing that story, but Time is
for sharing and my dad used to say When God made Time, he made Plenty of it.
Kids say I’m bored, and will sulk, but never think of talking or having a
conversation. Wifi rules everything. Just switch the Wifi off and make your
kids talk to one another. Expand their brain and vocabulary, Real Life is much
more fun, parents just need to have backbone, and switch off the Wifi, instead
of wasting all their time on mindless Wifi distractions.
Our
kids were late to wifi toys, we bought them crayons, thousands of crayons, for
years. I was even allowed to bring scrap paper home from my print rooms for my
kids to use. Now both my girls can draw really well. If you want to see early
examples of their art then look at The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker
plus 300 and Not OUT the print versions on Amazon. Time spent learning to draw
is a great investment of Love in your kids, uncles provided pencils galore as
did aunties, and even books teaching them to draw. Its normally a very quiet
process, and teaches patience, it’s also a life skill, such as riding a bike or
leaning to swim. Time is precious so use it wisely to help your kids grow.
Expand their mind, not their waistline by giving in and giving too much junk
food.
I
hope I don’t sound like a teacher, though 3 of the family were teachers, and
even I ended up teaching Esol for a year, so does that make 4 teachers? Time
should not be killed, I’m bored so you sit on your behind reciting, I’m bored,
I’m bored like the Donkey from Shrek. There used to be a BBC tv kids show called Why don’t you switch of
the TV and do something really useful instead. And yes I never watched it. The principle though
is that you don’t stay a Zombie but you use your time.
The
worse words in the English Language are, I’m Bored. Our dad used to switch off
the tv 50 plus years ago and say Go Out into the Sun this fine day. So then we’d
use the wooden draft excluder stick from the side door of the house as a
cricket bat and we’d play cricket. The wicket was the concrete post that help
up the washing line, mum would scream at us to go down the yard and not break
the windows with our ball.
These
are just a few examples of using time I my life. Sometimes you are too tired to
do anything, you don’t know what to do or say. Like in 1996 when I whispered
into my dad’s ear that he should joint my mother in Heaven. He was not expected
to survive. I wanted to stay by his side, my brother’s advice was step back,
remember he had just saved dad’s life, and 8 weeks previously he had tried CPR
on mum, but it was already too late as he cradled her in his arms in the
marriage bed.
Time
can seem to be in slow motion, or you are at a different angel to Life as it
moves on around you. Prayer can enter even if you have no words, but you have the
Faith that your mother had poured into you. So Prayer fills the void, and Time
does not end. You persuade God through your heart to STOP Time, keep Death at
bay. So you can see my prospective on time is different to yours. Same as in
1979, 17 year previously a lodger, Andy Madden died on me as I tried heart
massage. Time flows, we are just passengers sat upon it, Jan 2015 could have
been my own end of days. But I’m still here, still having some pain, and
sharing my words with you all.
What
am I trying to say, as I ignore the France v Belgium match, I’m saying use your
time, don’t waste it. Enjoy your time, as we all will when I watch England v
Croatia tomorrow, and with the help of God and 2 Policemen and one waistcoat we win the Cup. I was in
Lourdes France in 1966 when England won last won. And if it’s true that History
Repeats Itself, then Logically England should win the Cup again.
And as you
know everything I write is 1st draft as I don’t want to waste my
time on rewrites. And another strange thing is what I sometimes write happens.
So I won’t be correcting this, so it must happen. Though Prayer does help as I
said before, so all of you reading this
will be praying to Saint Andrew the patron saint of Russia to remember he
has the head of England.
I’ll
finish now and hope I haven’t wasted too much of your time, usually there is
more comedy in my writing, perhaps you need to Xray me to find what lies
beneath. You only see the tip of my iceberg, and that’s not a metaphor either.
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