“How did it get so late so soon?”

Today is cooler than it has been, and there are clouds to hide the sun in a sort of peek-a-boo game. The breeze is now and then and is strong at times. I’m back to wearing my sweatshirt.

My to do list isn’t. I’ve decided that holding myself to completing tasks on a list is too much pressure. If I happen to see something and I’m in the mood, I’ll clean it, move it or toss it. It is just one of those days.

Today, I am a risk taker. I am going to pull down the dead deck lights and give the spawns new targets by putting up another set of lights. Henry misses the deck lights and will not go out at night unless I turn on the porch light. Today, I am a realist so I’m going to order a couple of sets of lights from Amazon to keep on hand.

The other night I had to go to the car. My street is quite dark: no streetlights, few neighbors. Usually I just put on the front light, but it is broken, hanging from the socket. I opened the front door, surveyed the yard and decided it was too dark to make a run to the car, but I have a Coleman lantern. My friends gave it to me one Christmas. I keep it in the kitchen. Anyway, the other night, I lit the lamp and used it to light my way to the car. I felt like Florence Nightingale, the lady with the lamp. My mind is curious at times, actually strange at times, and it does hold far too many useless facts. Remembering Florence is an example. I don’t even know when last I thought about Florence Nightingale, but there she was popping into my head as I walked with my lamp held in front of me. It was a mini time warp.

When I was a kid, time just sort of moved without too much notice. Every week was the same so the weeks mostly ran together. Some weeks were highlighted by days like Christmas and Thanksgiving but time ran fast all around them. I’d lose track and wouldn’t catch up until spring when the world and I sort of woke up together. I walked faster in the mornings buoyed by the sun. I longed for after school, for playtime, for bike riding. The passing of the days mattered the warmer it got. Counting the days slowed down time. I understood the watched pot. About this time of year, we’d be about two weeks or just a bit more away from summer vacation. Those two weeks took months.

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6 Comments on ““How did it get so late so soon?””

  1. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    Nowadays I note that time seems to have flown because I have to sit down and organize my prescriptions for the coming week AGAIN when it seems like I just did that yesterday. When I was young I had frilly underwear with the days of the week printed on them and now I have a pill box with the days of the week printed on it. That’s life, I guess. 😀

    • Bob Says:

      Hi Kat,

      Time in physics is operationally defined as “what a clock reads”. I’ve always been fascinated with time because it’s an integral part of navigation. Einstein said that time is relative, and here on earth it means that when we are having a great time it passes quickly and when we are bored it moves at a snail’s pace. I’m sitting on my patio enjoying the cool air and low humidity. Unfortunately, time will move too quickly before dinner is ready.

      Today the sky was partly cloudy with a slight chance of rain and a high of 83°. Soon enough it will be June and the furnace heat of summer will turn on every afternoon. Only a dip in the pool will cool down the heat.

      When I look in the mirror in the morning I wonder who that old man is staring back at me. I can’t remember where all the time has gone since high school. If I could turn back time I don’t think I would have done anything differently. Well, maybe I would have invested in Apple stock earlier. 🙂

      • katry Says:

        Hi Bob,
        I remember being a kid and thinking we’d never get to Christmas. It seemed to take forever. Other than before Christmas, I didn’t usually count days. They just took care of themselves and time moved.

        It felt chilly today. My sister said she saw on the weather we here on the cape were close to 30˚ colder than she was north of Boston. That is the biggest difference the two of us can remember.

        I probably wouldn’t change anything though stock and a bit of money would be nice for the sake of travel.

        I am now the oldest member of my family. All the parents and the aunts and uncles are gone.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      I bought a pill bottle holder before one of my trips and have kept the bottles in it ever since. Every spot is filled.

      When I wake up, I spent the first minute or so figuring the day of the week. They are blend.

  2. Tracey Says:

    Time.
    Thanx Kat. For continuing to keep us posted during this past year.
    Your steady words allowed me some purchase in all the craziness and chaos.
    Good summer Time to you.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Tracey,
      Posting every day gave me a feeling of stability. At least I always had one item on my to do list. Some days writing Coffee was the only thing I did, but it was plenty.

      Thanks on the summertime wishes!! I’m hoping.


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