Passage of time for its own sake is like watching paint that never dries.
I was wondering, about a dating hour vs. a married hour, a bill-paying hour vs. going to the bank with a large deposit.
Time is time.
Equal is equal.
How we feel seems to bend time. Stretch and compress.
Does having a good time make time go by faster?
Weekend leisure time arrived.
I greeted it with fatigue.
Perfect – time for rest, rejuvenation and _?_ .
Pile of work, commitments made – things that must be done, looming!
Also, close by, sits ‘new exciting project’ which deserves time too.
Now, if I could divide my hour.
And get two hours …
One would go fast.
The other, painfully slow.
Some things take forever (ie: a decision form government, commercial breaks in the middle of a good movie, tax returns, an emergency room waiting area) in sharp contrast to having fun, when fifteen minutes feels like an hour.
Or two feels like ten. You know what I mean.
I like this quote. It describes a lot of what/how I feel right now – from David Ogilivy (the advertising industry guy who died at 88) who said: “The secret of a long life is double careers. One to about age sixty, then another for the next thirty years.”
Seriously now, an hour is just an hour, right?
Sixty minutes in the morning is just as long, or short, as an evening hour.
As a middle of the night hour.
As a married hour …. ?
A boring hour is just as long as an exciting one.
It just seems longer.
column written/ published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: -9C/15F, light-mild breeze, Gusta enjoyed a different route and deep snow laden with fresh smells – I was just along for the stroll, getting no attention from her at all until we got home and it was breakfast time which no doubt gave an opportunity to beg and whine a bit …