Old Phonograph


I recall the old hi-fi setup we had during my teens.  It was a favorite past-time when my books and drawings couldn’t fully express my emotions.

With a steady purpose in mind, I would pull the portable unit from the closet and set it upon the nearest flat surface.  Opening the latch to lift the lid and detach the small speakers, my thoughts drifting to which of the albums I would choose for the activity.

The best part was once the album began, I could lay on the floor with those detached speakers on either side of my head.  The sing-along would commence and in my hearing, I was matching those voices, key for key.

Such was not the case.  It felt, though, like my own private ‘show’.

Then the arm would lift, and the show would go on again.  Repeat.

That’s where I am now, the repeat stage.  Except this is not my show, and it’s not private this time.  Busy, crazy, tumultuous, emotional.  But life.

I’ll be back, but when?  Time to finish moving a house and prepping it to sell.  Time to enjoy a weekend with a granddaughter.  Time to let go of a loved yard and garden.  Time to build another, much smaller yard and garden.  Time to help with the build of yet another accounting system change.  Time to work with staff, but this time for their exit strategy.

Time.  There’s never enough.

Repeat.

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