Friday, July 01, 2016

Another Week?

     When did they start going past like telegraph poles from a moving train?  I took Amtrak west from Chicago decades ago and once the train gets out on the wide, flat prairie,  they open the throttle to whatever the track will bear; back then, there were places where it was upwards of 80 mph, deceptively smooth on modern welded rails.  Looking out the window, distant towns and grain elevators (but I repeat myself) glide by in a slow panorama -- but up close, darned close if you're used to clearances for automobiles, the poles whiz by like artillery shells, or better, a WW II Russian multi-rocket launcher: Fwoom!  Fwoom! Fwoom!

     And so it is with weeks.  Blink and it's Friday.  Blink and you've spent five days swimming in mud.  Just as you begin to get a glimmer of how precious time truly is, it runs through your fingers like fine sand.

     I'm pretty sure the emergency brake doesn't work the way we might wish.

8 comments:

John said...

I thought the speed of life would slow a little in retirement, in some ways it has sped up.
I was worried a little about some recent weight gain, maybe it is only the mass increase due to the speed of life and Einsteinian physics?

Anonymous said...

"I'm pretty sure the emergency brake doesn't work they way we might wish."

It sure doesn't if you're in a Tesla S. Ask the man who owns one.

Monty James

Fuzzy Curmudgeon said...

It's like the older you get, the mass of your experiences increases exponentially and you move faster through the dimension of time. Kind of like an Alcubierre drive for life.

I hate it :)

Raz Raxxaffian said...

Very true, Fuzzy...

For me, life has changed from a series of memorable nuances to broad sweeps of the paint; from the detail of Escher to the splashes of color of modern art.

Interesting to note that I easily recall the events of 50 years ago, but can't remember what I did yesterday.

Raz

Guffaw in AZ said...

When you are 10, a year is one tenth of your life.
When you are 50...?

I'm 63, soon to be 64.

Wasn't it just Christmas?
:-(

gfa

fillyjonk said...

I find a certain paradox when I am very busy: there's the feeling of "blink and a week is gone" when you surface at the end of the week, but at the same time, every week feels like it's about a month long - and I feel a month older, and crankier, and tireder at the end of it.

(Teaching summer school is a young person's game, I've concluded. And I'm nearly 50. Time for me to decide I really don't need that little pay bump....)

Merle Morrison said...

That's what happens once you are over the hill - gravity pulls you faster & faster.... :)

Merle

pigpen51 said...

I just turned 56 and I find myself saying things like "35 years ago" such and such. God, when did I get so old? I don't feel old in my head, but my body never fails to remind me. I used to play football, and got up from the ground faster than I went down. Ha. If I hit the ground now, I first consider if I have time for a nap before I have to try and get up.