Time Issues

Sooooooooooo.  Anyone have their resolutions all mapped out for the upcoming year?  Plans?  Goals?  Does anybody know how this tradition started?  Does it even have a history or is it a manifestation of our natural proclivity to say, "well, next year, I'm going to ... blah de blah de blah...and things are going to change"

It has probably been decades since I bothered to even think up a "resolution".  I do those all year round, and usually plan to start them "next week".  Fifty two can fly by with the speed of light, let me tell you.

One of my quirky little things is "time".  I don't believe two little needles going around on a circle with numbers has the authority to dictate what I do.  Oh wait.  Now you know how old I am...I meant LED numbers on a console. 

I don't wear a watch, I am not sure I own a watch that works.  I have some decorative clocks in my house, most of which don't work, which is a lot of fun because they are all stuck on different times.  But they are pretty little works of art.  The digital time keepers on my appliances, well, sometimes they are blinking, sometimes they are on target and sometimes not.  The clock in my car is correct for half the year, otherwise it is off by an hour.

Don't most people use their phone anymore?  If I need to know the time, that's usually where I look.  To me it's easy to tell the time.  I have to do this task, that task, and the other.  It takes me this much time to do this and that, so by the time I have done laundry, weeded the garden, cleaned the kitty box, unloaded the dishwasher, it should be the middle of the day, at which point if I am hungry we can call it lunch time.  It's bed time when I am tired.

Of course, I get that it is a luxury today not to be ruled by time.  I don't have a scheduled (salaried) job to report to, with meetings lined up to justify my paycheck.  Truth be told, I rarely know the day I am currently operating in, and on a few occasions have gotten the month wrong as well.

Sean was complaining after a day of errands right before Christmas, and said it was awful, he spent so much time waiting:  waiting in line at stores, or waiting in traffic because of an accident...I responded with, "oh yeah, son.  I hear that.  Waiting sucks.  That's how I feel when I have to spend my time waiting for you."  And over the years that amount of time could be converted into a world tour.  But I wasn't finished.  "And, son, the thing is?  I have way less time left then you have, so I REALLY hate to waste it on waiting"

Back to the upcoming new year.  I hate remembering to put down the new date...isn't that annoying?\

Peace all year 'round,
Elfscooter