“The only reason for time is so that everything doesn’t happen at once.”

Okay, we’re starting with the gross part of my day’s musings. Maddie, my cat, now 17, has surprisingly shown the prowess of her youth, her long ago hunting days. Last night I heard a thud, a loud thud, and knew it had to be Maddie as she wasn’t with me. Being both worried and curious, I got up to investigate but Maddie came into the room before I could. She was on the other side of the table, out of my sight, when I heard crunching (here’s where it gets gross so if you want to leave, please do so). I checked and saw she was eating the remains of a baby mouse, actually only half a mouse, the top half. I made suitable sounds of being grossed out, shooed Maddie away and used two catalogues to pick up the remains which I then tossed outside. My big takeaway from this is there are mice again even though I paid my own Pied Piper. I’m putting a trap down in case there are more.

The day is beautiful. It will be 79˚ or so, but the humidity seems to have disappeared. I have a few things on my list to keep me busy, and I have to drive friends to the Boston bus, but that’s it for the planned part of my day.

Less tomorrow is a Ghananism, my identifier for English adaptations Ghanaians have coined. Less tomorrow was used when something was promised for a certain day but wasn’t ready. For example, when I was told a dress from the seamstress would be ready on Tuesday, I’d go to pick it up, but it was never ready. The seamstress would tell me less tomorrow which didn’t necessarily mean Wednesday. It just meant sometime in the future. I came to believe Ghanaians used less tomorrow for Europeans, white people, who seemed to need a specific day. Ghanaians are more casual with time.

It wasn’t long before I embraced loose time, before I accepted Ghanaian time, which really meant anytime, instead of European time. If I tell my friends to arrive here at 5:30 for a soirée, I expect them around 5:30. Were I to tell my Ghanaians friends the same, they could arrive at 7 or even 8 and still be considered on time.

My training college worked on clock time, a necessity to keep the day on task. Planes left Kotoka Airport in Accra pretty much on time, but the rest of Ghana had its own pace, and I, after a while, also fell into that pace. If I hadn’t, I would have been driven crazy.

In my retirement, I have gone back to whenever time, to Ghanaian time, with some exceptions like doctors or plays or dinner reservations. I figure what I don’t get done today will get done less tomorrow.

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6 Comments on ““The only reason for time is so that everything doesn’t happen at once.””

  1. William Sandford Says:

    I guess you didn’t win the Powerball. Maybe less tomorrow.
    We have a mouse living under the pool pump. We also have owls in our woods. I wish they would just do their job.
    Trump is ranting about shutting down the government if Congress doesn’t vote the wall money. I thought Mexico was paying….

    • katry Says:

      Bill,
      His disgusting press secretary refused to acknowledge he had promised Mexico would pay. When asked about Mexico, she ignored that part of the question and said the building of the wall is necessary to protect our country, and the president is going forward. Liar, liar pants on fire!

      Nope, no Powerball winner here. I guess you have to buy one to be Ibn the running!!

  2. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    Yet another sign of the march of the seasons. Mice moving indoors to their winter digs. :/ I saw mouse signs in the pantry a couple of weeks ago but I scattered cotton balls which had been strongly impregnated with peppermint oil. No more mouse sign. They’re still around but they’re staying away from the places I frequent. It’s the best I can do without poison. The house is old with field stone foundations and a partially dirt floor. And the last time I used DeCon, a pellet of it somehow ended up in my drinking glass several years after I had spread it.

    I spent a few days in Maine this week and drove around through places I hadn’t seen since my teenage years. It was beautiful and very different from what I remembered. Some of those places were nothing but hay fields, blueberry barrens and fishing ports back then. Not anymore.

    The weather here was fine. Sunny, comfortable. I’ll take more days like this.

    Enjoy the day.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      My brother used to say that every house on Cape Cod has mice. In my case, he was right. I like the cotton ball idea for my kitchen.

      When I moved to the cape, every year on the day after Labor Day Route 28, the main drag, went dark. All the restaurants and motels closed. Now there are all year round stores. My house and all the streets behind me are where there used to be trees. So much here has changed too.

      I have the doors and windows opened, and you are so right, the air is comfortable. I guess it will be the same for a few days. No complaints from me.

      Have a great evening!

  3. Bob Says:

    Many countries operate on “Less tomorrow time”. Mexico will pay for the wall on less tomorrow time. 🙂 They use the Spanish term, Mañana. I don’t know how anything gets done in Italy. They treat time like the Mexicans with two thousand more years of practice.

    Einstein showed us that time is relative. When asked by President Roosevelt to explain Relativity he replied, “When standing on hot coals time goes very slowly, while making love to a beautiful woman time goes too fast.” 🙂 Slow time applies to living with the Trump Administration. 🙂

    Cool, 88 and cloudy but humid. I don’t know if the weather today was affected by the hurricane down on the Gulf coast.

    • katry Says:

      Bob,
      Less tomorrow means at some unknown time in the future. Mexic, though, will never pay for that wall. The president of Mexico, Enrique Nieto, has already said no.

      The heat of the day in many countries without amenities, like air conditioning, is cause for stores and such to close down until it is cooler. I never understood that until I lived in a country which was unmercifully hot in the afternoon. Even the post office and the bank, headed by a Scot, closed for a couple of hours. I sometimes took a nap. It was, after all, siesta time.

      That hurricane looks really bad, a category 3. Be glad you don’t live near the coast.


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