Take Some Time Off

I’m fixing to take some time off.

If you don’t take some time off, then time will take you off before you are ready.

My favorite President of the U.S. during my lifetime is Harry Truman, a Democrat. Harry believed in taking some time off to spend with his family, but he still took care of business.

Some of the other admirable things about him was that before he got into politics he was a farmer, a haberdasher and an officer in the Missouri National Guard during World War II. He never went to college, but he knew how to end that terrible war. He wasn’t a Rhodes Scholar, but he was the first Head of State to recognize Israel as a sovereign nation.

The important point being expressed here is, that even though he was the President of the U.S., Harry knew how and when to take some time off, which seems to be beyond the scope of some folks.

Speaking of taking some time off, whether you do it in little chunks or big heaps makes no difference. The circumstances surrounding the anticipated time off period more than likely dictates whether it’s going to be a short spell or a long period of time off. The important thing is, just to take the time off even if it’s only a short nap on Sunday afternoon, or an extended trip to Willacoochee.

Sunday afternoon naps are my favorite time off, especially when it has been a perfect Sunday when nobody had died and your team has won.

I almost dozed off several times, but it seems it hadn’t been a perfect Sunday after all, which was because of the big lie that new preacher had told in church this morning. It was his first Sunday, and right off the bat he said, right up there in the pulpit, that he was fixing to reveal everything about himself. That got everybody’s attention. Even the ones who had already commenced their Sunday nap rubbed their eyes and sat up straight.

The reason everyone was so curious was not only because he was the new preacher, already hired by the Board of Deacons, but also because of some unfounded malicious rumors about him that had surfaced without any identifiable source being known.

The first thing he told us was that he really didn’t have to mention everything about himself because most of them folks already knew, and most of the others nobody would care about, plus time did not permit him to tell some, while others could possibly violate a confidence he had with someone, and beyond that, the only things left were the ones that weren’t fit to be told in church.

He then announced that he was proud to have gotten that matter out of the way so he could proceed with his sermon.

The one thing I determined that day in church was that that preacher needed to take some time off, preferable a long period, and during that time change his calling to the pursuit of being elected to a political office.

I forgot to mention that President Truman was also a poet, and below is a few lines he penned concerning taking some time off:

Every man’s a would be sportsman in the dreams of his intent.

A potential out-of-doors man when his thoughts are pleasure bent.

But he mostly puts the idea off for the things that must be done.

And doesn’t get his outing till his outing days are gone.

So in hurry, scurry, worry and work his living days are spent.

And he does his final camping in a low green tent.

I don’t think I have any low-information readers, but just in case, when Harry mentions a low green tent, he’s referring to a coffin.

I was abut to really doze off into that blissful Sunday afternoon nap when the thought of a low green tent floated across my mind. I was up in a flash and decided I was fixing to take a little time off walking about.