TIME in Postcards 4
- Jan. 15, 2018, 1:04 a.m.
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Baltimore Album Quilt: 1850’s, Mingei Museum.
Time seems to float on by me these days. Sometimes it pauses. I can feel that. I read a chapter, look up, and only moments have passed. I can sew the whole back of a quilt, with severe measurement problems and me failures, and only an hour passes.
Yet, nearing time to sleep, time seems to compress it’s self until little gets done. No pauses that I notice. Dinner…I read a good mystery while I cook. I keep quiet and simple as does the meal. Dishes? Gotta find fabric to finish the back of the quilt instead. I have no time to get things done after dinner if I want to catch a favorite show.
Today, I am taking unworn clothing out of my closet while himself plays computer games. I shouldn’t feel annoyed as it is my suggestion that he does his. I’m bothered in a guilty sort of way. My stack is bigger than his stack sort of thing.
Time seems wrapped tightly this afternoon. I need to relax and enjoy the watery sunshine, enjoy visiting Poolie, enjoy G’s birds fluttering in the trees.
I too need to pause.
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Hillbilly Princess ⋅ January 15, 2018
aunty EM ⋅ January 15, 2018
I know where my time goes....into cyber space!! I really need to set a timer when I approach the computer.
NorthernSeeker ⋅ January 18, 2018
Time has so many weird qualities and the expansion and compression of it is one of the things it's good to contemplate.
Deleted user ⋅ January 19, 2018
We need pauses to refresh our spirits.