Time

We have a clock in every room and on every electronic device. Half of the clocks show incorrect times because they need new batteries. Growing up, the home clock was in the living room centered over the TV set. We got the big sunburst style with Top Value stamps. And my mom had a Westclox windup in the bedroom with the alarm set for time to awake.  Those days we had enough time to walk into the living room and check the time. Now we panic if we are in the bathroom and don’t know how much time we have left to get ready for the mad dash to somewhere. 

We were lucky if we had a watch. I received a Bulova on my 16^th birthday, and I still own it. The delicate watch still runs when I look at it in the jewelry box and take time to wind it. My cellphone in my hip pocket now gives me the time.

Today I can check the time on the Miller chime clock in the alcove, the digital numbers on the DVR box, the table side phone, the oak Regulator clock in the dining room, the clock in the laundry /bathroom (which reflects in the mirror over the sink as one sits on the throne) and every bedroom and the bathroom upstairs. When I am in the vehicles, I am faced with the time there. On quiet days, we hear the chimes at 12:00 noon and 6:00 P.M. from the Methodist church down the street in New Haven.

Fisher Price used to teach children how to tell time on the wooden wind around clock. Our daughters learned using the digital numbers on the VCR. On Sunday mornings, one or the other woke us with, “Mom, the VCR says 8-2-3”. Time to get up.

Time, time. We want days back to relive a good memory. In the present, we want time to stop to savor dear moments. We talk a lot about heaven and the end of time.

Time marches on.

It gets away from us.

We have lost so much time.

Where does the time go?

Finally…

And maybe someday we will find
That it wasn't really wasted time. DH