Yesterday, Today, or Tomorrow?

Helen, who sent these lovely flowers from Greece, asks:

If you had the chance to live in another time/era, what would you choose?

I speculated that I'd go for a completely different place and time, something like ancient Egypt. On the other hand, the future might be nice too...

Um... Seventeen. Uh... Thirty-nine? Somedays, 102.

Chris from Poland wonders:

How old you would you be if you didn't know how old you are?

Time is a weird thing. Sometimes, I feel hardly old at all; other days... well I DID write 102 in the title!

Another thing about this card and time that's weird is that it was sent to me 269 days ago (on Auguest 16, 2010)! And yet, it responds to my PostCrossing Profile TPQ challenge, which I posted on my birthday last year (September 10). Somehow, nearly a month before I even conceived of the idea, Chris was able to formulate a question to send. Tricky business, this time thing.

Multiple Choice PLUS the Joy of Little Things

Pyu, from Japan, poses a multiple choice question.

What is the most important thing in your life?


a) Love

b) Family

c) Money

d) Time



For me, Time to spend with the Family and Friends whom I Love (and Money enough so that none of us is in need).


Which leads to Marjoke's question (which comes with a story).

Last year, I started enjoying all the little things. It started snowing one day and I decided to walk home. One moment, I was standing on the street lookng up to the falling snow and everyone ran by me in a big hurry but if you can get energy out of such little moments, why isn't anybody else standing still in the middle of the street and enjoying the little things?

Beats me, Marjoke. The little things are the things I like to have the TIME to spend enjoying with the FAMILY and friends whom I LOVE.

(See how neatly this all comes together?)

Time... time... time... what's become of me?

Elisa wonders (as I often have)...

Where does time go when it's gone?

Eighty-six thousand, four hundred seconds a day, that's all we get. Where do they go? They dribble away somedays, stretch on for a long time on other days...

To Sleep, Perchance to Dream

On a beautiful card, sombre and striking, GreenMay from China wonders...

Can Time stop to make Beauty ever sleeping?

Where would the story be without Beauty's awakening?