I went through the email inbox this morning and answered everything I had been throwing on the long finger as "tomorrow" or "when life gets more interesting."
It is not even 11.30 yet but I was up at 6.30.
I find time is truly flying. I judge it by when I feel my weekly pill boxes. Yes, 2 large ones. Lots of pills. And as I was filling them today, Saturday, which is the day for filling, I thought: didn't I fill these just yesterday? Well no. The week slid out from under me. Also my mornings warp speed by. I think it is 8 but often it is closer to 10.
I'm reading this, sent by Niece and totally enjoying:
I'm playing Enya, it's that kind of morning. We've had a last outburst of snow last night. Enya always reminds me of spring. A long playlist. Sample:
I wrote a poem this morning. There's a poetry contest on CBC, deadline May 31st. I always hand write poems first. I like the sound of the pen on the page and how the poem can evolve as I read it and stroke and amend for clarity. Poems are succint. This one was complex and startling and I hesitate to share it but maybe I will eventually.
We've had no new cases here for 7 days now. So maybe, just maybe?
I hope you're all doing well out there.
A beautiful and thoughtful post. Ordering the CD
ReplyDeleteThank you
I think you will love her Ernestine. She is so gifted, all her own compositions and tracks and instruments.
DeleteXO
WWW
Glad you are writing. Good for no new cases in 7 days. Fine here. Beautiful clock. Share the poem if it feels like you should and can.
ReplyDeleteI may Gemma, it cut to my heart.
DeleteXO
WWW
Yes, the days are flying. We are in the last week of April! I'm still easily recalling Friday, March 13. Seems like only a couple of weeks but now six weeks gone. That was the day that shutdowns began. The kids here in California never returned to school from that date.
ReplyDeleteMy mornings fly by, but that was happening even before the pandemic. Retirement has been a blur these past 10 years. Always so much to do. And I feel the pressure of time running out before I get it all done.
Sorry you have to take all those pills. That must be cumbersome.
A nuisance for sure DKZ but they do keep me alive so I try and turn the cumbersome task to gratitude for modern medicine and universal health care.
DeleteXO
WWW
One of my favourites of Enya's songs. Brings back memories of grown children as toddlers! Glad time is not hanging heavy on you.
ReplyDeleteYes one of mine too, though I must say I love her Celtic Album too and some of her movie scores.
DeleteXO
WWW
We have a similar clock. When it is first wound it runs fast, slows to normal and when it is running slow it is a reminder to wind it.
ReplyDeleteTime is a flexible beast isn't it? And a complete trickster.
Love Enya. It is still well before dawn, and she is a lovely introduction to the day.
Fingers crossed on the virus front. We had a few clear days, but then chalked up another one yesterday. And need a LOT more testing to be confident.
Stay well, stay safe.
I suppose the discipline of those clocks is to wind them every day at the same time :)
DeleteHm I wrote too soon too, we had one more case today and contact tracing is on the go. We are small enough for that.
Other than that, the sun washed away the snow in a hurry. I may drive up the road to the ocean tomorrow. I desperately need to breathe it.
XO
WWW
Good for you that you write poetry. And, yes, time does fly.
ReplyDeleteTempus fugit indeed Gigi, especially as we age, I want to cling to it.
DeleteXO
WWW
Love Enya - I have a couple of her CDs. Mornings go by quickly for me but afternoons seem to drag as I am waiting for the sun to get over the yardarm for my evening cocktail!
ReplyDeleteNo new cases for 7 days - that's encouraging. Our rates are still rising.
ReplyDeleteI feel like I fill my pill box every other day even though it's just once a week.
Another week has passed with not much achieved and too much time spent at screens. Like EC's clock, our mantle clock runs fast when wound and slows as it winds down. It is supposed to need winding once a fortnight, but it doesn't quite make it. Not reliable but then neither is our battery digital wall clock that loses time, nor my bedside digital radio alarm clock which also loses time and the digital radio has to be turned on for it to correct itself.
ReplyDeleteBtw, the book interested me enough to read what it was about. I might buy the ebook.
DeleteKnock wood. That's a fine case sampling.
ReplyDeleteTwo things I can't do: write poetry and listen to Enya. I find time disappears much too fast also. A whole week gone and I have done nothing it seems.
ReplyDeleteMy day passes fairly quickly too despite the absence of my daily dose of newspapers and crossword puzzles. Hopefully, they should resume printing and distribution from this week. Otherwise, Whatsapp and twitter keep me quite amused too.
ReplyDeleteI have many of her tapes, need a new one :) A long lonesome day.
ReplyDeleteWish family was near, it is what it is. Love my home surrounded by nature, hoping and praying my son can come home soon. You are always welcome if you would like to visit me.
Thanks for introducing me to Enya. Glad you were prompted to write a poem.
ReplyDeleteEnya is a marvel; writing and producing all her own work from her Donegal home.
ReplyDeleteSadly we are nowhere near the end here in the UK. Still 800+ deaths a day. I just can’t get my head around the sadness of losing 800 people every day. It is sobering to see how much better Ireland are dealing with it. I treat each day as sacred ( although an atheist ) I eat, sleep, read and Zoom! Take care Mary xx
I have the tempus fugititis thing too, WWW - I notice it frequently via pill-box filling, same as you. I have one tablet to be taken for 3 weeks out of 4, then miss 7 days. Those 3 weeks have begun to seem more like 3 days to me! I cam to the conclusion that it's because staying home means days are much the same with nothing to distinguish 'em one from another. :)
ReplyDeleteI look forward to reading that poem, WWW!
No new cases for seven days is good. Here in the UK, thanks to all the early government fumblings, the death toll is still rising relentlessly (now officially over 21,000 and that doesn't include deaths in care homes, hospices and at home). We're still in strict lockdown at the moment.
ReplyDeleteTime does fly by, doesn't it? Maybe the clocks are all faulty? :-)
Congratulations for no new cases and for your decisions that have kept you safe. In our state, we certainly have new cases. Yet, our governor was anxious to join the crowd of Republican governors beginning to open up their states. As of today, you can get a massage, if you want!
ReplyDeleteNot only do the weeks and days fly by, but the hours seem to, too. I'm finding that I cram all my meals into the early part of the day, getting hungry for lunch right after my morning exercising. I've begun calling lunch "brunch" to assuage my inner chagrin at being hungry so soon again. I'm through eating by mid-afternoon, though, and I'm losing weight, so I'm not going to fight it. Good luck with your poem.
Been catching up with you. A mixed bag, but mainly positive. Good.
ReplyDeleteTime flies, strangely, that is so true. I really don’t know what happened to April.
Nothing much changes, I am too old to waste the last few years of life, so I must make the best of it. As must you, but your seem to do so.
Much love and good luck.
I must let go,
ReplyDeleteof hurt and anger,
not enough time left,
to waste it now.
I need good and kind,
love and good wishes.
The best of me,
the best of you.
Happiness, contentment.
Our reward.
I find I have the same problem as you when I fill my pill box, it always gets empty so fast. I like Enya and have several of her CDs but have not listened to them in a while, now I’ll go and get them. I wish I could write poetry in English. I try to speak good English and not make too many grammatical errors, but poetry, I just can’t. I used to write poetry in French, but that was a long time ago.
ReplyDelete