The Leisure Class

Since I love playing around with words, this phrase is irresistible. During the Victorian Era the Leisure Class would spend time inventing croquet and breeding corgies and employing faintin' couches. The other Class would be the unwashed masses. 

Personally I have always gotten antsy with too much "leisure" time on my hands. I don't find it interesting to participate in any of the above or reality TV involving Wives or Corona beer scenarios. Half an hour with a beer and a breeze and I'm all done. Is it the new hurry up and get it "not done"? 

My nature is to turn everything on its head, so this acrobatic word game is a Romper Room for my thoughts. Let's use the Magic Mirror and proceed. My first question is: What is leisure? I can only answer for me; but I also open the floor to anyone curious enough to ask the same question. The late fashion designer, Alexander McQueen, was asked in an interview how he celebrated after a premiere of his latest creations and McQueen answered: "I go home and watch bad sitcoms."  John Lennon and Yoko Ono would watch the entire Jerry Lewis MS Labor Day Marathon in bed. I had to think about my favorite moments of leisure. The Obi-wan Kinobe of leisure time for me would be back-to-back episodes of the Dog Whisperer, but that is school for me and my dog, so it may not be considered leisure.

Now, what would be considered the "unwashed masses'" leisure time? I'm sure I would fall into that category if my net worth were used as an indicator. The leisure I can afford would be this moment. I know when I've squandered it; I know I'm in the chips when I immerse myself in the moment. I've had enough empty ones to know the difference.

Oh, the bell on my alarm clock tells me this Leisure Class 101 is dismissed. This unwashed mass is creating some time I forgot I owned and dip into a hot bath to create some leisure time.