And what about the years? I certainly don't consider myself 'old', yet in four short months the Government of Canada will begin sending me monthly "Old Age" pension cheques. That's what they call them..."old age pension". How insulting. Not that I'd ever return the cheques because I object to the term "old" but, my goodness,
Have you ever noticed that the young people (teens and twenties) don't wear wrist watches? When I mentioned this to my 'baby' who is 26 (and when did that happen?!) she said that they don't need them. They have their cell phones and other electronic devices that tell them what time it is. Weird progress.
Our niece Rachel and a couple of her daughters were visiting us the other day. Her 9-year old daughter, Ivory, after taking a tour of the house, made the observation that "there sure are a lot of clocks in this house".
Now this is true. Lloyd and I noticed that fact earlier in the day when we brought home a newly purchased clock and hung it in the kitchen...where we already had two wall clocks hanging as well as the clocks on the microwave over and the stove. Does anyone have the time? In our defence, we did, that same day, have to throw away a clock that had broken. And how could we ever get rid of this favorite of all clocks, according to the kids anyway?
We like clocks. Our kids have given us clocks for birthdays and Christmas. They all must be put to use. And then we need alarm clocks, nightstand clocks, little purse clocks, watches. Oh no! I don't have an egg timer!
I have a theory that as a person grows older she becomes more aware of the passing of time and in order to not let any of it escape unnoticed, it becomes necessary to be cognisant of where it's all going, when and how. So we get clocks and watches, sundials and hourglasses to help us appreciate the good times of our life.
That's my theory and I'm sticking to it.
All in good time.