When mechanical clocks
began to spring up in town squares across Europe, the line between keeping time
and keeping control blurred further.
Carl Honore, cited in Adele Ahlberg Calhoun’s Invitations from God
Being late
causes me actual physical discomfort. If I’m running behind for an appointment,
I can feel my chest tighten and my blood pressure rise. I stop observing
responsible driving behavior and fudge my way through yellow lights, hoping to
make up time. I may or may not use some of my angry words and beat on my steering
wheel. These behaviors are not ones of which I am especially proud.
My son tends
to measure time differently than I do. He keeps time in quarter notes, eighth
rests, and syncopated drumbeats. Sometimes I think arriving early to a function
is nearly as painful for my son as it is for me to arrive late.
Guess what we fight about most often.
I'm telling the rest of my story over at Lyla's place today. Lyla Lindquist is simply one of the best writers I know. Don't even try to argue with me about this; you will not win. Writing at her place feels a little like scribbling on the walls with crayon, yet she graciously invited me to do so. Won't you follow the crayon shavings over to her place, or click on A Different Story to continue reading?
6 comments:
I've really seen you as more of an oil pastels sort of girl though, you know? But thank you so much for hanging out at my place today. I've loved having you there!
Shoot, girl! There probably ought to be laws against the two of us blogging together unsupervised. We have way too much fun. Thanks again for your kind invitation.
My son is also a drummer (actually makes his living playing drums) and he was chronically late - and I am chronically early. :) Yep, it was a challenge.
Thanks, Marsha, for you comments both here and at Lyla's place. So, you say it was a challenge? Does that mean things are better now?
Oh, me too. On time, in my opinion, is 5 minutes early. But the an I married and most of my closest friends tend more toward late or barely on time. I am trying to be less rigid, but it is so hard.
I liked Carl Honore's book In Praise of Slowness (American title)--it was a great read while researching Not So Fast.
And this afternoon, one of my daughters was asking if we can please head out the door a little earlier so that she isn't late all the time.
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