Cheryl Oreglia: Too Much Time On Our Hands

I featured American blogger and writer Cheryl in a guest post late last year, and now I am very pleased to once again bring her to the attention of everyone in our great community.

Here is what she has to say about herself.

Living in the Gap is a lifestyle blog which appears randomly as I corral the time to write and reflect on the mundane. I do have a life outside of my head and it squeezes between me and my keyboard like a frightened child. What can you do? On the surface my life is common, I’m married with children, a high school teacher who lives for weekends at the lake, but just below the surface is a unique voice, one that I hope will resonate with you. Living in the Gap, customized, over the hill, gritty, complicated life. Wouldn’t have it any other way. Join me. Living in the Gap has over 100,000 views and is syndicated by The Good Men Project. Contact me at

Here is a link to her blog.

This recent post from her own blog gives a flavour of what you can expect to find.


Is there such a thing as too much time on your hands?

Yes, I believe so.

And there is also a thing about balancing how you spend your precious time.

Larry and I have been spending just about every waking hour together, and I’m discovering things about this man that I never knew, and believe me when I say you can’t unknow what you’ve come to know.

For example, I discovered Larry has a morbid fear of dishwashers (he can get a dish to the sink but no further), he’s taken to wearing a headband out to dinner (and people compliment him?), and oddly enough he can not resist a worthy challenge.

I found this old photo of Larry and me, I believe it was premarriage, but you can’t be sure. Clearly, we were in our early twenties, obviously tired of backgammon, and forced to discover new forms of entertainment.

The impetus for getting ourselves in such a pose had not been fully established but what I do know is Larry is looking down my shirt!

How rude.

We were staying with his parents at their Kono Tayee estate, I assume one of them snapped this photo, and it’s been sitting in a basket up at the lake ever since. I glance at it ever now and then, shake my head, and return it to the basket.

Recently I decided to make a copy of the image, thinking I’d frame it, and hang it up at our lake house. You know, for posterity and all, a reminder that we were young once, and remarkably agile.

I don’t know why, but the image always makes me smile, and sort of sigh as if nostalgic for the good old days.

So we’re sitting around the house, thumbing through the plethora of programs now available on Netflix, and I said something banal like, “I wonder if we could pull that off at our age?”

What was I thinking?

Larry says, “I’m certainly strong enough”

“Really honey? Are you insinuating there has been a shift in my anatomy? And besides, we don’t have a beanbag!” Not to mention I’m a total fail at balancing and have a minor fear of heights?

“A beanbag?”

“You know when you recreate an old image by wearing the same clothes, getting in the same position, with a similar background, except you’re decades older? It’s a thing.”

“Never heard of it.”

“I’m shocked, hey, do you still have that shirt?”

“That shirt – No”

“I definitely don’t have my shirt, which you are looking down by the way.”

“I’m focusing on keeping you airborne.”

“And smirking?”

He looks me up and down, “I think I could hold you?”

“Not reassuring.”

“Yeah, I could do it.”

“Well, I guess we’ll never know, will we?”

It’s the “will we” that got me into trouble. Before I know what’s happening he’s on the floor balancing a pillow with his feet.

“If you always put limit on everything you do, physical or anything else. It will spread into your work and into your life. There are no limits. There are only plateaus, and you must not stay there, you must go beyond them.”
–Bruce Lee

He says, “nothing to it.”

I don’t have the heart to tell him I weigh slightly more than a pillow, as he kicks the fluffy square into the air, narrowly missing my plant!

I muddled something under my breath about the status of our health insurance but Looney ignores me.

“Come on we have nothing to lose.”

“Only my dignity, and my ability to walk, and breath, other than that, we’re all good.”

“Can I just advise, if you feel like you’re falling, lean to the left.”

Famous last words…

“My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style.” Maya Angelou

I’m Living in the Gap, practicing Acro Yoga, with Looney as my partner.

What are you all doing with your spare time?


“Opportunities will come and go, but if you do nothing about them, so will you.” Richie Norton
“Live is either a daring adventure or nothing at all.” Helen Keller
“Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit.” E. E. Cummings
“Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be bent out of shape.” Unknown
Instructional video for you adventurous types, please drop your pics in the comments

Please take some time to check out the rest of Cheryl’s blog, say ‘Hello’, and welcome her to the community.

20 thoughts on “Cheryl Oreglia: Too Much Time On Our Hands

  1. Thanks for sharing my post Pete and sharing your awesome community with me! I’ve encountered so many great writers who I now follow and engage with regularly. I’m so appreciative of your generous and kind support. Thank you, Cheryl

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    1. Thank you, Elizabeth! He is definitely not looking down my shirt in the newer photo because like you said, “husbands already have a good idea of what’s there,” but in the original photo, we weren’t married yet and I believe he was peeking! Could be totally wrong! Thanks for reading and joining me in the comments, warmly, C

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  2. (1) “I’ve got too much time on my hands,” said heaven’s clock.
    (2) Is Cheryl wearing New Balance shoes? if so, that would be cheating!
    (3) Man to mother-in-law at the Grand Canyon: “If you feel like falling, lean to the left.”
    (4) I used the dishwasher on Sunday. I used the dishwasher on Monday. I used the dishwasher on Tuesday. Rinse and repeat…
    (5) “Living in the Gap.” In this book, a young lady tells how she learned to cope with her brief life in a mall’s clothing store after the demolition team accidentally locked her inside.

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      1. Love Davids – most part funny commentings. 😉
        Please don’t force me to do such yoga exercises. Lol
        We could now philosophize whether there really is a “wasting time”. I just saw a documentary about the noble Ludwig II of Bavaria. Nobles wasted no time during their reign. But the majority of the ruled could hardly make a living from their serf work, nor could they educate themselves. 😉 Michael

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    1. Hi David! You are hysterical! #1 & 2 had me in giggle but #3 is genius! #4 gave me shivers and you totally nailed my vision for Living in the Gap with #5! Bravo! Hope to enjoy your wit in the comments again soon, warmly, C

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  3. Hi Ed, my adult son took the recent photo, but I have no recall about who took the original. It was harder to balance than I expected but our health insurance is paid up so I thought what the hell! I suggest spotters if you plan on giving it a try! Thanks for reading, warmly, C

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  4. Honestly with the amount of hobbies I have, there is no such thing as too much time on my hands lol. Five days into my vacation (I’m including the weekend) I’m already at that point where I wish I had even more time😂
    That said, this was a really fun post to read!😊 One that definitely brings a smile to your face!

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