Time is Fluid

"Even a stopped clock is right twice a day."

When the clock hanging on the side of the garage in the courtyard by the pool stopped working, Cecil set the hands to just a little after five, so that it would always be "Five O'Clock Somewhere". That clock hasn't worked for at least four years, because is stopped working well before Cecil got sick. But I really don't remember exactly when.

I have been thinking about time and the passage of time a lot lately. It occurred to me one day while driving and listening to 1970's radio that Bette Midler's remake of the Andrews Sisters "Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy" was actually closer in time to the original than Luke Combs' cover of Tracy Chapman's "Fast Car". And What?

The bulk of 1970's music sounded nothing like the swing music of the 1940's. But "Fast Car" sounded current in 1988, and still does in 2024.

The dress I wore to church this morning is at least 30 years old, but looks like something I could buy today.

Why is it that some things change so much in windows of time, and in other windows, change very little?

Maybe it all has to do with how old you are when things happen, but then again not. Of course, some things do. I listen to 1970's music because that is the music of my late childhood and teen years, and those years, for most of us, stay important, and typically provoke lots of memories.

I worked with a man who shared that he had read a book where the main character spent all of his time doing things he didn't enjoy, because that way, time went very slowly.

I love the feeling of time speeding by because I am enjoying myself so much that time seems to evaporate. The memories don't evaporate, and that is the important part.

Much of my time since Cecil died is spent alone, and much of it is spent in my memories. I am grateful to have so many happy memories to hold onto.

Just meandering thoughts about time today -because some days it hangs so heavy on my hands. Hopefully, as I progress in my volunteer work, I will make more connections and more memories so that time feels more like my friend again.