MONDAY JANUARY 30TH
It was a funny old day today. One of those short days, where it gets to be evening time and you wonder where the hours have gone ! The sun was shining and it was beautiful weather – a happy day, but short! ( I compared it to the wine we but these days. Sometimes the bottles are really really small- They LOOK like normal-sized bottles, BUT only last half as long … there are more and more of them around at the moment !)
” How did it get so late so soon?
It’s night before it’s afternoon.
December is here before it’s June.
My goodness how the time has flewn.
How did it get so late so soon?
Dr Seuss “
I have been thinking about the flying nature of time. When I was a psychology student, we learned that as you get older, time goes more quickly because there are fewer new experiences to embrace. Routine makes time go faster, we were taught, – but why should this be so?
I have worked out my own theory. I reckon I walk only half as fast as I used to . This includes walking round the house, from settee to toilet, for example ( and there are progressively more of these trips as the bladder loses its efficiency ), or from cooker to fridge. So that must make a dent in the available hours ! Also we pamper ourselves more. When I working, I would stop to eat lunch and be back at the desk within fifteen minutes. These days, I enjoy my lunch, sit and relax while it digests, potter to the kitchen to make a cup of tea, then sit and enjoy drinking it!
In the old days, if there was something on the tele which I found boring, I would get up and do something else. Now, however, I will either turn on my tablet and amuse myself with Googling, or I will simply doze off. Back then, I would never dare to read a novel because I knew I couldn’t spare the time. NOW – it’s great! I have just finished a mighty read called The Seamstress, and when I tried to calculate how many hours it took to read the book, I just couldn’t do it … too many!!
Back then, I was chronically tired for years … too much to do, too few hours of sleep. I “achieved” a lot every day – but at a very high cost.
Now, however, we have computers with all the Facebooks and Inboxes and Scrabbles they entail. Hours of fun every day – and brain exercise all-in !!
And I have included a lot of key words in my meanderings here. Words like “enjoy” and “relax” – “read a novel”, “amuse myself”, “doze off”. In all my readings of the scientific studies done on why this common phenomenon occurs ( that of why time flies as you get old), I have never read anything that says that there seem to be fewer hours in the day because more time is spent indulging yourself on taking things slower and relishing things. It takes time to stop, look at a tree in fresh flower and admire the play of sunshine on the colours. Or to really hear a bird singing and then to look around to see where it is. To cook good, fresh and tasty food and to think about the interplay of tastes in the mouth.
Of course, daily grooming also takes more time ! The skin has to fed more, and a headfull of messy hair looks just that. Messy. Whilst on a younger person it will look alluring and happy.
When I was in Primary school, our marvellous headmaster, J L Carr ( Later became a well-known author) had a bee in his bonnet – that we should all learn poetry! I remember so well …
” Leisure, by William Henry Davies
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.”
I love it! In my mind it even has a tune – a Victorian hymn which is now going round and round in my head, and gradually the original words are coming back.
” The King of love my shepherd is,
Whose goodness faileth never;
I nothing lack if I am his
And he is mine forever.
Where streams of living water flow,
My ransomed soul he leadeth
And, where the verdant pastures grow,
With food celestial feedeth.”
Oh – I love this too! It’s one of those hymns with a tune that’s good to walk to, and often when I am marching along footpaths, I find myself singing away, and appropriate words pop into my head – they may get altered a little bit in my head over the years, but the gist stays the same, – if you want food for your troubled soul, look around at wonderful natural places..
So – I caught myself moaning away that I had not achieved enough during the day. Then I thought – “Hang about – WHY not?” I looked at the finished book lying on the desk, and remembered just how lucky I am to have the time and opportunity to read and enjoy such a tome. I COULD have spent a couple of hours dusting instead of reading this book. But it would have left me full of aches from my dodgy back, and I would not have the wonderful memories in my head from the intriguing storyline.
It’s not at all bad, approaching my seventieth birthday!!