Thursday, November 15, 2018

Time is a Funny Thing

Time is a funny thing.

Or at least I think it’s a funny thing. I certainly have a hard time with it, that’s for sure. 

Take last week. I needed to get up at 4:00 am, so I had decided I’d be sure to go to bed early, as in, midnight. Because of this, I was keeping tabs on the time, checking the clock periodically, to make sure I’d make my deadline.

I remember looking at the clock and seeing it was 9:00 pm. “Oh good,” I thought. “I have lots of time left. Three whole hours! That is great.”

And I proceeded to continue working on my project at hand, which is actually always several projects at once. I tend to get a little bored working on one thing at a time, so I will flit from one task to another and then to another and around again. I suppose everyone works this way, but maybe not. It’s just that when I am working on an activity my mind is generally thinking about another one, so I have to stop and piddle with that one for a while. And then, of course, I start thinking about something else I could be doing and so I meander off to work on that activity. This continues until I eventually think about the original project and wander back to it. 

Unfortunately this means jobs sometimes take longer to get done, but it definitely keeps my life more engaging.

At any rate, I was busy zipping from one task to another and the next thing I knew it was 2:00 am. Where oh where did all those hours go? I couldn’t believe it was that late - or early, as the case may be - already. And I still needed to wash up before heading to bed. Four AM was going to come awfully early. As I turned the light out and snuggled down under the covers it occurred to me that since I’d be getting up again in just over an hour, I’d probably be wise to not go to bed at all. It might be easier than trying to get up at 4:00 am. I’m not sure I even finished the thought, though. I just fell asleep.

A few days later I had arrangements to pack the car and leave for a town located 90 minutes away to set up for a craft show the next day. My plan was to be on the road at 5:30 that evening. I distinctly remember checking the time and seeing it was 4:00 pm and realizing I had 30 minutes to finish what I was doing and then start loading my beloved Poppy. (Poppy is my hamster-driven car.) 

The next thing I knew it was 6:00. 

How did that happen?

Seriously, how did it go from 4:00 to 6:00 in a matter of like, 15 minutes? 

Now you might be thinking, “This girl had best get herself a watch.” Except that I own and wear a watch already, so that doesn’t do me much good. It’s even a SmartWatch, but of course it’s really only as smart as the wearer, and sometimes the wearer isn’t smart enough to tell it what to do. 

I am pleased to report that these two incidents did lead me to rekindle the habit of setting alarms on my SmartWatch so that I get to bed in a timely manner or quit working on a task at a certain time. I’m also pleased to say that this benefitted me greatly this week: I put a pan of brownies in the oven and instead of setting the timer on the oven, I set the timer on my watch. My rationale was, “If you’re downstairs when the timer goes off, you won’t hear it.”

Huh. Downstairs? How about two miles from home? Yep. I was driving down the highway, heading into town when the timer on my SmartWatch started to ring. At first I couldn’t figure out why it would be making such a racket, then I remembered those brownies in the oven. Fortunately I was close enough to home that I was able to turn around and get them out of the oven while they were still perfectly wonderful for eating. 

Thank goodness for technology. Now, if I could just use it consistently….

1 comment:

  1. Time does have a way of going by fast when someone is busy. But if you are sitting and waiting it sure drags on.