No Time

If anyone is reading this budding blog, they will notice there are (so far) not frequent entries.
One of the banes of my life is time. Or the lack thereof.
I am a doctor by profession, and there is a lot of paperwork and hours consumed to do that.
I have a lot of interests - gardening, reading, yoga, cooking - and there is a household to maintain. Often I feel the Sands of Time falling faster than lead balloons.
Like many people , I delay chores until the weekend, when I drive and run around getting the groceries, going to the gym, doing the yard work etc. etc. It is February and in Arizona that means weekend guests; friends and kin who want to see me (or at least escape the Midwest). Getting the house ready and entertaining the troops is work enough, but on top of the usual juggling it is brutal.
I hope that when the dust settles at work and the weather keeps away the visitors life will be quieter i.e. I will have more time.
Or will I?
Nothing annoys a man more than having some time taken from him that he thought 'his own'. So I try not to see time as something I posses but given to me as a gift; it is up to me how to spend it. The problem with the obsession to save time is simple < I can't save time. I can only spend it, wisely or foolishly. I pracitcally have no time at all as I am too busy wasting it by trying to save it. And by trying to save every bit of it, I end up wasting the whole thing.
To end on a lighter note; if timesaving devices (like emails and cellphones) really saved time, there would be more time available to us now than ever before in history. But, oddly enough, we seem to have less time than ever before. It's really startling to go someplace where there are no timesaving devices because (when you d0 go) you find you have plenty of time.
Thus speaketh ur-spo.

2nd Entry; Seeds are a promise

I restrain from trying to tell everything about me and everything on my mind all at once.
I garden; mostly vegetables; it is a passion for me. Heirloom tomatoes and hot peppers are my favorite. Back in Michigan (zone 5) I grew a great many things and had a lifetime of experience to do so. Now I live in Arizona, zone 9 and all my knowledge is out the window. It is middle February and I usually start seeds indoors while the winter howls outside. Here, I am a month already behind! It is in the 70s and I am behind schedule. Rather than starting in May, I need to be done by May, before the heat kills the buds and pollen.
There is no soil to speak of, so this year I am growing things in pots; lots of pots.
Still, it is a lovely feeling of normalcy to get my seed packets and look at the colourful images and poor the seeds onto warm muddy potting soil. Seeds are a promise; that some thing will come up and something will grow. But that is where the promise ends. What will grow/prosper here in the land of spo (and no rain) is doubtful.
I have 11 peppers and about 20 heirloom tomato types. I will keep you posted if anything works.

Spo Reflections - the journey begins

Encouraged by a chum who blogs, and driven by some OCD traits to record everything, I start something I have never seen before, let alone done - a blog. I have heard of them but as my computer skills are minimal, I have never experienced such. I feel virginal; something I have not experienced in a very long while.
For whom am I writing this blog? I am not certain. I am driven to do so - I hope this is more from the Muses and not from lack of medication.
I have no idea where it will go or what it will do or be. That sounds rather exciting.
So it begins......