jakorte's blog

Long hours of movement and stalls, movement and stalls, lends itself to deep thinking and stalls.

I’m working on that time line things again. I figure I’ve known my friend in Ireland for at least 25 years. The last time we met up was in Massachusetts, four years ago. We strolled among the Dr. Seuss sculptures compared widowhood, stories of our losses, enjoyed a good meal and shared dreams of a future lives in Tennessee. In the present, her life remains enmeshed in music and her husband’s legacy. Mine has long since left that path, and left me at my husband’s legacy at University of Michigan Home Care Services in Finance. I have been meaning to start volunteering at The Ark. I should have acted on that usher’s suggestion two years ago. Now, I’m no longer comfortable driving at night. I tried it a few weeks ago coming home from writing class. Not comfortable.

My own thoughts corral and stall as Itune-in enough to overhear a young woman, a recent college graduate. She is headed to Edinburgh, Scotland for an internship at the American Consulate. “It’s been my life’s desire and a long time coming,” she says seriously. So, yes, time is relative, which brings me back to my time line issues. I’ve never grasped or remembered dates. I don't compartmentalize. From birthdays to World History classes, I only remember seasons, vague months, or thereabouts. I’ve tried on-time reminders, I’ve tried advance reminders. I forget to check the reminders, which makes the whole time effort required to input all that data well wasted, as well. Nowadays, time is going faster which makes it harder to act or react within appropriate time lines.

Since my world has slowed to a traveler’s pace, I try to forget about all that. Browsing available entertainment selections: magazines, movies, music, electronic games, I decide on a distraction, and prepare to stall myself in flight. Long time.