Clock Is Ticking

I take full responsibility for my actions.

I planned the whole thing out down to the day, to the hour, to the minute even to the second. 

I spent months if not years gathering the equipment that I would need and learning how to use it.

I knew the opportunity would present itself and when it did, I would need the courage to act. Courage to act nowadays means somehow collecting the energy to get off the couch.

I am a person who receives information through my intuition and processes that info with my feelings. I tend to learn not step by step but dream by dream. The dream was the easy part. Taking the steps to prepare realization of the dream was more difficult. Getting off the couch at the right time was the most difficult part.

I have an internal clock that wakes me up in the morning and puts me to sleep at night. I haven’t used an alarm clock in decades. I can be up for twelve hours, sleep a couple of hours and wake up with exactly enough time to get done what needs to be done. If I feel there is nothing to do, I can and have slept for days.

For this particular action, I knew the exact time but not yet the exact place. The exact place would come to me as the siren song of the right time lured me into my car; all packed up and ready to go somewhere.

There’s a place for me.

I wouldn’t know my precise destination until I got there although the possibilities were limitless.

I had to budget a little time for a “discussion” with my wife before I could set out. Unbeknownst to my spouse, all of my equipment was in the car and ready to go. All of it except the leather sheath which I had almost forgotten.

She wanted to know ‘where the hell I thought I was going at lunch time’. I told her ‘nowhere for her to be concerned with’. Of course, this just made her more concerned. I said it was probably better for her if I didn’t try to explain myself because the explanation and subsequent argument would take as long as the time I needed for the task in the first place. I would be back home in an hour and we’d have lunch then.

Pretty sure she thought that this was just another of my ongoing attempts to get the hell out of the house which it both was and wasn’t. In just about exactly the eight minutes I thought I’d need to get the shaky green light, I was kissing her goodbye and heading out the door to my destiny.

And still right on time.

But then whoops, back into the  house. I had forgotten the leather sheath and the item within. I went back into my basement. I grabbed the sheath and headed for the door.

She was waiting at the door.

“You’re going to be back in an hour.”

This was not a question, this was a statement. 

The next WAS a question

“Whaddya got in that sheath?”

I said “just some curtain rods”

We both laughed.

I got in the car and took off. The clock was ticking.