Posted June 21 2018

“Isn’t it funny how time slips away.”
I can hear Willie Nelson singing that line.

Time slipping away, that is.

It seems Kat just got back home from college, but she’s fully involved in her summer projects, working full time as a waitress and entering a program leading to certification as a yoga instructor. 

Her school is paying for half of the cost of her instruction and will provide a job for her as instructor as soon as she’s certified.
Point is, she’ll be finished in eight weeks and then heads back to school.
She’ll be taking the summer with her.

And immediately after she’s safely ensconced in her new digs, I head off for my thirty-day adventure, my auto trip to Jacksonville, WY.
And that’s transitioning into the fall.

Isn’t it funny?

Posted June 25, 2018

Accepting the truth that a watched pot never boils, may we take as a corollary that marking time slows its passage?

Steve Miller sings of “Time keeps on slipping into the future,” his idea, however, a rallying call.

Mine, a little more basic: examining a corollary that may slow or even stop the passing of the summer, and so the warding off of the fall and winter.
Freezing time, in effect, in the summer.

I mean, Kat just returned home from college and the next day starts a full-time job as a waitress?

And now, three weeks flashing by, this past Thursday, June 21, she started her training for certification as a yoga instructor – an eight-week program.
Eight weeks at the end of which the entire summer will have just four weeks remaining.
Are you kidding?

Now we are watching closely and if we detect any movement in the calendar, like in the game “Simon says,” in which the players caught moving are returned to their starting point, we expect to send summer scurrying back to June 1, or whatever day Kat returned home to start her summer vacay.

Got to.
Otherwise, if unchecked, those eight weeks will pass in a blink.
Returning Kat to Swarthmore and moving her into her new digs.
Which segues directly into my thirty-day auto trip to and from Jackson Hole, and the fall.
Too fast. Much too fast.
Must slow things.
Watch that pot.

Posted 06 29 2018

Only Sure Way to Slow Time?
Acknowledge that searching for this answer is a misdirection.

The real question is, “Have we used our time well?”
Or is the emptiness we feel at the passage of time nature’s way of reminding us that we are not living as the person we want to be.

What profound decisions have we made that are still valid for us?
Such decisions, entering school, entering a profession, getting married, come with consequent obligations.

Are we fulfilling those obligations?
Getting our homework done as assigned?
Getting to work on time and prepared?
Doing our share of the housework?

What details are we not tending to?
Watching a TV series instead of doing the homework?
Staying out late and arriving at work tired?
Shirking the garbage?
Failing to indulge our partner?

The only sure way to slow time is to enrich it so that looking back we can smile for being the person we want to be.

I suppose the word discipline comes into play here.
Discipline with money, with diet, with care of body, care of soul or ‘humanity.’
And discipline with time.

One may not slow time.
But we may shrug off regret for the road not taken or things not done.