Fixing stuff, myself included…
Punctuality
All the time I was on time. If I told someone I’d be there at 1:45, I was there at 1:45. Somehow over the last couple of years that’s changed. Now I’m lucky if I’m not more than 15 minutes late. I think I’m becoming my mother! Everyone was always waiting for my mother. It wasn’t that she was more laid back than the rest of us. She was always busy, and there was always more to do before she could do so and so, or go to such and such. I am the oldest, so I was the test baby. Apparently I passed the test at the tender age of three, the other three arrived in quick succession.
Yeah, but what about punctuality?
Well, I’m not sure if it’s mine or my mother’s lack of it I want to talk about. I used to set my watch about five minutes fast; now I’m relieved to notice that I’m wearing a watch. Watch is a funny word for the time piece we wear on the wrist. Watching the time go by. My internal watch/clock seems to function fairly accurately; unless I’ve been absolutely wild and crazy the night before, my eyes pop open at precisely 5:00 AM. Perhaps it’s my fascination with computers that has turned my watch upside down. Instant communication requires careful editing.
What’s that got to do with punctuality?
Punctuation and punctuality go hand in hand, or maybe it’s watch to wrist as in wristwatch. In any case I’ve lost my ability to arrive on time, and I think there is a connection between my late arrival and the speed of internet communication.
That’s not all you’ve lost!
Okay, but my mind is a different thing and unrelated to what time I get somewhere. Hmmm… maybe my mind isn’t there at all without time.
“Everything happens to everybody sooner or later if there is time enough.”
–George Bernard Shaw
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