Another Saturday has gone and come like the snap of two fingers. While time moves fast, I move too slow. The neighborhood is quiet, as many have vacated for the summer to return to their second homes. Thankfully, this is the only one we have left to care for. I’m once again at my computer desk searching for words when life isn’t very busy. I watched Slow Horses yesterday, an Apple TV spy series written by Will Smith. I found this description: “Most of the agents on the team are happy with their jobs and don’t seem to be very ambitious. This also makes them less-than-ideal people, which is why they’re called “slow horses,” which is what they are. The show’s title is what the main group of washed-up agents are called.” We also started the series, The Offer, on Paramount Plus. 

I’m reminded of these song lyrics:

“Slow down, you move too fast
You got to make the morning last
Just kicking down the cobblestones
Looking for fun and feeling groovy
Ba da-da da-da da-da, feeling groovy”

“Hello lamppost, what’cha knowing
I’ve come to watch your flowers growin’
Ain’t you got no rhymes for me?
Doo-ait-n-doo-doo, feeling groovy
Ba da-da da-da da-da, feeling groovy”

“I got no deeds to do, no promises to keep
I’m dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep
Let the morningtime drop all its petals on me
Life, I love you, all is groovy”

Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Paul Simon
The 59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin’ Groovy) lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

I’m not sure there’s a slow bone in my body. I rush through life, seemingly anxious to get it over with. I’m not good about smelling the roses or savoring my meals. According to my wife, I also do a half-ass job on any tasks I preform. She claims that I do them poorly so she won’t be tempted to ask me to do them the next time. Maybe she’s right – what’s the rush?