The year appears to rapidly heading towards
its end, I always think it seems to speed up at the end of the year and I have
a feeling I am not alone in this as it is quite common at this time of year to
hear folk saying OOOOooo I just do not
know where the year has vanished too, something more profound than it
may at first appear. Because as time rapidly races towards the end of the year
rather than vanish which seems unlikely (things never just vanish), all that
time is still there, it is just we can’t see it as we have passed into another
instant of time. That would mean that the point where I started to write this
post and the point where I finished it would still exist equally just not at
the same point in time. Although every point in time (OK time that has already
existed) still exists. Of course new
time is different but where that comes from is a whole new ball game as the old
saying goes, although it is hopefully not a game, I would be annoyed if I am
trapped in a game, and it does not involve a ball (well I don’t think so).
Anyway what I was planning
to say before time distracted me, something else I am not alone in having
problems with, it is quite common to hear folk say Oooooo look at the time I must go. When I say they look at
the time, as it happens they don’t, they look at a watch or similar device based
on the basic principle of a fixed linear movement of a thing of some sort, so
we say a watch hand takes one minute to travel from here to here? But that
whole ideal as we can now see is in tatters, basing time on linear movement
might be convenient but is probably totally wrong.
AH yes distracted again by
time, what I was planning to say was I saw my first Christmas lights today . . . . . . Phew time does fly . . . . . . Yet another saying that if true
changes even more stuff and I am confused enough already. The one thing this does mean however is that
the slightly modified old saying we use here of . . . . . Fairy Lights are for
life not just for Christmas . . . . has more going for it as a statement of
fact than it might seem to at first glance, in our case these lights mean we
can see the front door to put the key in to unlock it to get in. Not always
easy when you are dressed up in a large red coat with fur trim wearing a false
beard and have spent the night grovelling about in chimneys and trying to keep
a reindeer on the correct route because he cant use the SatNav (that’s GPS to
those of you not in Britain).
OK what happened today . .
. . . AH DAMN I have run out of time (well OK not entirely true please read
above).
I hope I can slow down December. I keep getting bombarded with forms to fill out to prove I'm ill. I'm getting sicker filling out on these forms and they are soon due.
ReplyDeleteStill, looking at those fairy lights, reading your musings, is a surreal but pleasant distraction.
Thank you, good sir.
Gary :)
Those forms are complex Mr G, it is like Catch 22 if you can fill all the forms out you are obviously not ill and will not get any further help. But if you don't fill the forms out you cant have any help.
DeleteThis is a cunning plan that governments use to ensure that anyone who wants a form to get held cant get help. Many counties use this technique to help the most needy, it has worked rather well for hundreds of years as the most needy in society are still the most needy thus ensuring the status quo.
Haven't even started my Christmas shopping yet. Oh well.
ReplyDeleteI think you have a lot going on Miss Laura so that is hardly a surprise.
DeleteBut I hope all is well
Is there any chance I can do my Christmas shopping in January so I have more spare cash? If time isn't linear as you say, this should be possible.
ReplyDeleteStrangely or maybe not I have family members who do this. The drawback is that it usually means you have to face the January sales which are not nice. Even a fit healthy Zombie will not venture into the post Christmas sales.....
DeleteA year may appear to disappear
ReplyDeleteAnd a year where May is completely erased
Would reaLLy be something to fear
As a lunar cycle misplaced,
Or the moon stolen Despicably Not Me.
I love that movie Mr ESB . . . .
Delete:)