“Even a snail will eventually reach its destination.”

I’m walking on sunshine! I slept through the night and for the second day in a row no mice graced my trap which will now be moved into the eaves to see if there are any left hiding from me, but I’m thinking no more midnight mouse runs for Gracie and me. I’m sure she’ll be disappointed.

In the Globe this morning was an article about the US becoming a nation of the perpetually impatient. People under 35 lead connected lives with”…a need for instant gratification.” Researchers found people can’t wait more than a few seconds for a video to load. Two seconds was the average. “After five seconds, the abandonment rate is 25%. When you get to 10 seconds, half are gone.”

I am guilt of impatience, but I have always been impatient even since I was a kid. I tapped silverware at the table and drove my mother crazy. At the subway station I leaned over the tracks to see if the train was coming. My mother always grabbed me back. If we were going somewhere, I was always the first one ready and expected we’d leave on time. That seldom happened, and I’d moan and groan and throw myself down on the couch in frustration. That went on my whole life until I went to Ghana.

Ghana runs on two-time tables: Ghanaian and European. If you were going somewhere with a Ghanaian and you were making plans, a given time always elicited the question, “Ghanaian or European time?” Ghanaian time mean anytime: an hour, two hours or even three hours after the planned time. European time meant the actual hour. I learned that 7 o’clock meant I didn’t even have to start getting dressed until 8 or even later. If I arrived by nine, I was probably early. Buses in the lorry park left when they were full. Sometimes that meant waiting hours. I’d sit under a tree and read. When I was hungry, I’d buy some donuts, one of all time favorite Ghanaian treats, or groundnuts or whatever the small girl was selling from the tray on her head. Impatience was wasted energy. It changed nothing.

The tailor promised my dress would be ready by Tuesday which became Wednesday when probably meant Saturday or not. I never got angry or annoyed. The tailor was just taking his time, his Ghanaian time.

Once I sat at the Yeji ferry site for four hours while we waited for some government higher up who wanted the ferry there when he arrived. I drank some water with floaties (we always bought the beer bottle filled with water which had the least amount of floaties), ate some plantain, took some pictures, sat on an overturned boat and read and watched all the people. Finally the guy came and we boarded the bus when was then loaded on the ferry. I wasn’t frustrated or impatient. I knew better.

When I came home, my lessons were, over time, unlearned. The bar was higher here. I expected people to be on time. I expected busses and planes to leave at their appointed hours. I got annoyed and frustrated when they didn’t.

When I went back to Ghana, I right away fell into Ghanaian time. The lessons I had learned way back were still ingrained. “Less tomorrow,” a Ghanaian would tell me. That always meant another day yet to be determined. I was only to happy to wait.

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23 Comments on ““Even a snail will eventually reach its destination.””

  1. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    Glad the mouse population seems to be declining.
    Possibly the reason that Ghanaian time didn’t bother you so much in Ghana is that everyone else was running on mostly Ghanaian time, too, so it didn’t really matter. Here, if one thing decides to run on Ghanaian time, it causes a cascade disaster because everything else is on American time.
    If a video doesn’t load, I waste another 10 minutes trying to figure out why it didn’t and how it can be made to do so. Yup, way over 35. 😀
    I’m a born dawdler. The only thing I’m impatient about is the microwave. No matter how fast it is, it is never fast enough. I’ve mostly cured myself of this by not using the microwave very often anymore except for 11 seconds twice a day to warm up the dog food. It’s slowed me down considerably. 🙂
    Sunny and cold up here today but not so much wind. Punxatawney Phil did not see his shadow so Spring will be early in Pennsylvania. I think Miss G did see her shadow so we here in MA will have to wait.
    Enjoy the day.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      I too am really glad. That trap was a pain to set right.

      It’s true-all of Ghana runs on Ghanaian time, and I just went with the flow, the flow as slow as it was.

      Since I’ve retired the two places where I tend to be impatient are the grocery store because I want out of there fast and can’t abide the dawdlers in the aisles and the second place is in the car. If the speed limit is 40, 25 just won’t cut it. I want a cow catcher on the front of my car.

      It is sunny and cold here too. I’m staying in. I feel so much better today I don’t want to risk my growing good health.

      • Caryn Says:

        My friend Jim and I used to spend a fair amount of time figuring out devices that could be used to bop offending drivers that were in front of our cars.
        As for the grocery store: I have succumbed to Peapod. If I’m having a relatively painless day, I’m not wasting it in the grocery store. I hate aisle dawdlers as well. I want to bash their carts. I also lose patience with coupon users who can’t find their coupons, price arguers and people who still write checks.
        Staying in the warm is good.

      • katry Says:

        Caryn,
        I have Peapod bookmarked as I am sick of shopping and being so frustrated with carts and rude people. That’s next!!


  2. We have a bit of ‘Ghanaian time’ where I live. Sadly, in these times where Oil and Gas are king it’s declining. With it are some of the truly great thoughts and works, sadly. Fortunately–everything is cyclical. I am sure its time will come again.

    • katry Says:

      Maurice,
      Nothing wrong with a bit of Ghanaian time. It makes life so much easier not being controlled by a clock.

      It will come again!

  3. Hedley Says:

    And so our time is built in conflict. I am watching Mufck at Fulham and the Prince wants 101 Dalmations followed by RATatouille. We have built our day around Chase Bank, Costco and pancakes.
    We have him until 5.30 and we will watch Rats being Chefs.

    • katry Says:

      My Dear Hedley,
      Ratatouille is a wonderful movie. The Prince has great taste! Sorry about the football!

      • Hedley Says:

        Tottenham roll tomorrow morning at 8.30 est at the Hawthorns as they take on West Brom. It will be televised across America. COYS

      • katry Says:

        MDH,
        It sounds like a nice early breakfast then coffee and a game. Enjoy!!

  4. Morpfy Says:

    Getting ready for tomorrows SUPERBOWL football game thought I’d make a delcious dip for the game appetizers.
    —————————
    Disappearing Buffalo Chicken Dip

    Ingredients
    • 2 cups finely chopped or shredded cooked chicken
    • 1/3 cup FRANK’S® REDHOT® Original Cayenne Pepper Sauce
    • 1 cup Hellmann’s® or Best Foods® Real or Light Mayonnaise
    • 1 cup shredded cheddar cheese (about 4 oz.)
    • 2 Tbsp. finely chopped green onions (optional)
    • 1 tsp. lemon juice
    • 1/4 cup crumbled blue cheese

    Directions
    1.Preheat oven to 375°.
    2.Toss chicken with FRANKS® REDHOT® Original Cayenne Pepper Sauce. Stir in remaining ingredients except blue cheese. Turn into 1-1/2-quart shallow casserole, then sprinkle with blue cheese.
    3.Bake uncovered 20 minutes or until bubbling.
    Serve, if desired, with celery and/or your favorite dippers.

  5. Bob Says:

    I have an obsession with time. I want to be on time. I look at my watch frequently during the day. Everyday I set my watch to the official US time website and check it’s accuracy during the day when I am sitting at my computer at home or at work. I hate being late and I can’t wait for the next thing. Places like Ghana, Italy or Mexico drive me crazy. They are the land of ‘mañana’ tomorrow.

    Like you I impatiently tapped my fork on the table as a kid or tapped my foot on the floor while sitting at the table. Classes that didn’t hold my interest dragged on and the clock moved slowly. Other classes that interested me flew by at warp factor eight.

    Now that the mice situation is under control I hope that you can enjoy a good night’s sleep.

    • katry Says:

      Bob,
      I am always on time or even early. I can’t abide late. I had a friend who was always late even for dinner at my house when there were other guests. I stopped waiting for her and served when I said I expected her. She was miffed, but I said I wasn’t going to “Punish” people who come on time. Nothing is worse than waiting for late people-totally unfair.

      I never minded Ghana. That is their culture, and I would never impose mine on them. Classes started on time as they had to or the schedule wouldn’t work. As for the rest, I just learned to be a bit Ghanaian. Living a laid back life had its advantages

      My mother was driven crazy by my tapping and would always grab my spoon or fork.

      Last night I slept through the night for the first time in weeks!!

  6. olof1 Says:

    I was constantly stressed when I lived in the city but I’ve changed rather much since I moved here. I want to be in time for everything but as long as I am I don’t mind if others are late 🙂

    I’m glad Your mice populations seems to be muc smaller now. I still can hear one mouse in the walls but that’s it and I hope it stays that way.

    Have a great day!
    Christer.

    • katry Says:

      Christer,
      In all my management courses I learned always start stuff on time. Do not punish the punctual people for the late was what I was told. That makes perfect sense.

      I moved the trap into the eaves where the mice have been. If I don’t get one there, I’ll figure I’ve gotten them all.

  7. Lori Kossowsky Says:

    I am one of those extremely impatient people. Excessively so. If I have to wait at a doctor’s office one of the only things that calms me down are the Highlight magazines where one has to find all the items hidden in the picture– or something like it. I do absurd things when I am impatient.
    I hope you enjoyed the mice video I sent you.
    Waving,
    Lori

  8. Morpfy Says:

    RETIREMENT:: The Act of doing a job at leisure
    …Morpfyism101


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