Welcome back my old friend

I haven’t worn my watch for probably 5 years. I had become so attached to my iPhone I no longer needed or wanted to wear my watch. Now that I’m breaking my addiction of feeling I need to be constantly connected to “that” life, I’m welcoming my old watch back.

The other day I was out gardening. After several hours I realized I was hungry. I wondered if it was lunch time. I reached for my back pocket, but my phone wasn’t there. I’d left it in the house. Of course when I located my phone to check the time (it was past lunchtime), I found myself sitting down and getting sucked into my phone. What were my latest emails, latest news, weather updates, texts, SnapChats, any Instagram posts?

If I was wearing my watch I would have seen it was lunchtime. I would have taken a break to eat, probably have eaten outside and noted what else needed to be done and then returned to my gardening. But no, I wasn’t wearing my watch, so I wasted my time surfing my phone.

Welcome back my old friend. I bet you don’t need cell coverage or wi-fi connection to tell me what time it is. But can you take pictures of garden critters? Dang!

TIME! The blink of an eye!

The weekend seemed to go by so fast.  Did we really do much or get much accomplished?

As we age the days sure do come and go swiftly.  Maybe that’s why so many folks seem to be in such a hurry.  Life sometimes feels like it is rushing past in a blink.

I didn’t know this feeling had a name. Here’s an explanation of what I know I’m experiencing as the years now fly by ever faster than years prior.  Logarithmic Time Distortion

Everyone seemed to be in such a hurry this weekend.  The roads were crowded.  I mean, really crowded.  Saturday afternoon felt like rush hour on the freeway.  Sunday’s visit to Redwood Regional Park was ridiculous.  The parking lots were full and the trails were filled with people.  I know cyclists are saying that my favorite mountain feels like a freeway traffic jam on weekends.  There have been lines of cars on February weekends waiting to pay park fee’s. Inpatient drivers are antsy to pass cyclists but the narrow roads make it difficult.  They may pass one rider only to come upon another on the next corner as several riders swoop past going downhill fast in the opposite direction. The last time I road up on a weekend, I had more then a dozen cars pass me.  To my surprise, I caught up to many of them at the pay gate while they waited in line.

I think many (especially Bay Area folks) are living life in the fast lane. They are desperate for an escape from the fast pace. We seek solitude, peace and a moment to breath.  One way people seem to be attempting to cope is to get outside.  Walk, picnic, play ball, hike, run, bike…  we are desperate to slow down and recapture moments like those lazy summer’s of our youth. The Bay Area has a good number of parks.  Lately I’ve noticed how much they are being used.  We need even more parklands and open spaces as the population grows.

The weekend is gone.  I cannot lament over what has passed.  I biked up a lovely canyon, I finished a novel, Scott made gumbo and had a friend over for dinner (Fred was bacheloring it for the weekend) and we escaped to the VERY local redwoods (Oakland hills) for a two hour hike to observe midwinter flora.  I completed some yard work and Scott got a start on the taxes.  Regardless, it still feels like I didn’t get anything done and then the weekend was gone.  Oh, wait, maybe that migraine headache that lasted from Saturday till Monday morning was part of the problem.  Regardless, time IS passing by faster.

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
…You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
…Every year is getting shorter; never seem to find the time…

— “Time” from The Dark Side of the Moon: Pink Floyd

Is it really just about TIME?
Is it really just about TIME?