I got iPod touch 4th generation back in 2012 at the
recommendation of our 11 year old son. It was my official introduction into the
ubiquitous universe of touch-screen, wireless technology. Day by
day, I was discovering more and more of what my little iPod could do, from taking
photos to playing music to reading books, to telling time and setting bread and quiche alarms,
downloading and sending both e-mails and text messages! Truly, there was
absolutely nothing I needed that the little iPod couldn’t do - I was genuinely impressed and grateful.
Now I understand that in the fast-pace technology age, seven years might feel like
seven hundred centuries. Or more. Still, despite it’s ancient age, the little iPod kept
chugging away year in year out, my constant companion on many of life’s
adventures.
Last week I had a particularly busy schedule. This for me means, the
busier I get the faster I go, furiously cramming all the ‘regular’ busy along with
the ‘over-the-top’ busy. I could give a compelling speech or
write a well-articulated thesis or even a book on why this is such a
poor time-management technique and even worse life philosophy.
But life has a way of speaking its own language, clearer and
louder than any sermon or book.
Anyway, in order to be extra-productive before I left for
work, I decided to tackle at least one load from the growing mountain of
laundry. I hastily threw one item after another, checking pockets for spare
change and anything else that shouldn’t go into the wash. Half way through the process I decided that I
don’t have time for this, plus I used my deductive reasoning – all the pockets
I’d checked so far were empty so I could safely deduce that the rest of them
were empty as well. Thus appeased, I stuffed the rest of the pile into the barrel, poured in a generous cup of Persil and
started the washing machine, the calming sh-sh-sh-shhhh of the running water
sending me off on to the next thing on my checklist. 
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