Time and Tide
No, this isn’t another “ye gods, where have all these grey hairs come from?” post (although, now you come to mention it…) but more of a random, ill-thought out observation on the whole “time flieth” thing. At what point did our evolutionary processes think it would be a good idea if we either lost the ability to keep track of time when we’re enjoying ourselves and/or are absorbed in a task? Or, on the other hand, to be over-sensitive to the passage of time. Monday morning Maths lessons spring to mind. Actually, no, not Maths as I was fortunate enough to have an excellent teacher, but I like the alliteration so you’ll have to forgive my poetic licence with the truth.
It’s true, though. How many times have you checked the clock, convinced that at least half an hour must have passed since you last looked, only to discover that it’s been no more than a few minutes? Or been late because you managed to lose track of time? And how many times do we blink with astonishment when turning a new page on the calendar or marking another birthday or other annual occasions? “Where does the time go?”
Snipe at Ogmore (13 December 2009)
Anyway, I only titled it “time and tide” so I could use the photo of Daft Dog at the beach.
Tea
My comfort drink of choice. Builders’ tea. Preferably the Co-Op’s ’99′ range or Sainsbury’s own-brand Fairtrade tea. Milk. Two sugars. As big a mug as you’ve got. Ta muchly.
Fabulous pic!
One good thing about not working is that I don’t have to wear a watch. I like to take my awareness of time from natural sources if I can. Time to sleep is when I’m tired, time to eat is when I’m hungry etc. I can usually guess the hour of day or night by the “feel” of it – quality of light and sound, position of the sun or moon, maybe even smell too…
Tea? Redbush for me please, with a little milk and no sugar. Or plain dandelion or peppermint. Nothing fancy and absolutely no chamomile, fennel or hibiscus thankyou!
The trick with dog-in-the-water photos is to throw the stick far enough out in order to give yourself enough time to get the camera ready. Repeat ad infinitum until you finally get a decent photo! And the poor dog thinks the whole thing is for her benefit.
Time went that-a-way, bloody quickly….!
I’m definitely in agreement about the time. It just doesn’t make any sense, ever!