Looking to Find Time

Turn the wrist or check the wall
Can’t escape time’s beck and call
Hour, minute, month or date
We can’t slow or make it wait

Even if we toss the clocks
Close the windows, bolt the locks
Time flows forward through the gate
Not tumbling but arrow straight

Time obsessed we dread the day
Death advances no delay
If on time or running late
Can’t change time or alter fate

Seems most folks are a little time obsessed. I have live webinars that are to be done “RIGHT NOW”, FB messages that if I don’t respond immediately I get a text and a voicemail to inquire what I’m doing that could possibly be more pressing. And if the text is not answered pronto expresso there will be immediate and continual additional messages. I get it. People want and need interaction. The thing is I still have a life. Sparky has gone back to work. I’ve done one study and am just concluding another. I’m financially pulling my weight as there are others proposed and in the process of being scheduled. I’m still working on my poetry compilation. I have some jewelry that I’m trying not to ruin. I have house work and cooking and laundry. I’m trying to get some fresh air and exercise. Even though the economy is gearing up and businesses are opening, not everything has or even will go back to “normal”. The danger of getting the virus is not over. I’m still carrying on as normally as possible and taking time to be mindful of my own health. There is no way to out run, trick or fool time. It is infinite and limited as well. Rant over…

48 thoughts on “Looking to Find Time

  1. A wonderful poem about time. Kind of like my mother-in-law called at 9:30 last night. I answered and said I was doing evening chores so we could go to bed. I said that five times during our conversation and she kept going on and on. This was the 4th time she called yesterday. I finally told her we had to be up by six and Wrangler was about to fall asleep so I needed to go. Thirty minutes had went by.

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    1. MrsWrangler, I have caller ID and never answer the phone if I don’t recognize the # or don’t have the time or inclination to talk. My husband thinks this is rude, but I know if I answer, I’ll get stuck on the phone just like you did. No matter how many times you tell them you’re busy, in the middle of something, have to go, they push for more time. For the first year after I retired (from a job that involved mainly phone work) I kept the ringers on my landline and cell phone turned off ALL THE TIME. 🙂

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        1. “Seldom” is not the word I’d use for four calls in one day, LOL. Good luck. It’s hard when elders depend on you for stuff and any call could be an emergency.

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  2. We all still have to live, SOMEHOW, whatever is going on with Covid 19. Weall need to take care of ourselves, however we can. But time does indeed run out sometimes. It doesn’t just stop. Yet time is a man made construct. Forgive me saying man. I mean, of course a human construct. But one that we need. Interesting poem Val.

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    1. I agree that time as we describe it is a human invention but I also think that it is our attempt to explain the changing seasons and the movement of the sun across the sky and the phases of the moon and stars as they shift. We observe and then attempt ot put names to the unknown. For once we name something it is less terrifying.

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      1. You are absolutely right. I spend a lot of time thinking about time (pardon the pun, it was not intended!). It is a particular interest of mine. I so agree that once we can name something it becomes less terrufying.

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        1. That is one way to exert some control over the uncontrollable. When I name a fear and then investigate it, quantify it, investigate the limits of it, it becomes less frightening. Kind of the way I count from lightening to thunder to determine the distance of the storm… Makes me much less nervous.

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    1. I’m pleased that you liked the poem! I’m claiming my space and doing things at my pace. Because I’m back at work for a project, it is even more important that I enforce the limits. I won’t let them bully me – that’s for sure!

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  3. It is the way of life anymore. Small town India, where life was soft, un-hindered by time slots, where the charming cowbells, made you realize that dawn had arrived, and where brothers would play Radio Ceylon to wake the house up, and breakfast was brought in to the dining room, and then lounging and talking and doing simple house chores…. such a distant memory, all lost in the hustle and bustle of the house work, doctors appointments, phone calls, writing, and a host of other mundane things….. I would go back in the blink of an eye. And you know what ? I DO, go back there and live those days again, even if they be for just a few minutes, just to un-stress myself.

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    1. It is wonderful that you can slip away to that gentle time. I will daydream a bit but my stress level is so much more manageable now that I’ve retired that if I were much more relaxed I’d be comatose! My fit bit doesn’t like me and doesn’t want to register my exercise since my heart rate is so low. Right now I’m at 54 bpm (and I did get everything checked out with my doctor). So to make sure it registers my exercise I have to have a little primal scream session to get my HR to climb! I’m sure others would love to have that problem…

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  4. I agree with every word of your poem and believe time is a constant. But it’s passage, especially during the pandemic, seems erratic and sloppy. Below is a response poem. Ignore the urgent demands for responses. You’re entitled to be free of your electronic leash. I purchased a special machine so people can leave a message, and I can have a life. Problem solved.

    TIME WARP

    Here in lockdown, time is skewed
    Minutes drag, but months accrue
    In some perplexing twist of fate,
    what was too soon is now too late

    I shop first thing on grocery day
    before the store’s a germ buffet
    I wake at seven and wait and wait.
    Ten hours pass… it’s not yet eight?

    If that is true and time is steady,
    how could it be July already?
    It seems stir-crazy minds mutate
    the ticks and tocks of Time’s pulse rate

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      1. Thanks, Muri. That’s been my experience of time, not arrow-straight but slow-motion in the moment and incredibly fast in retrospect. I tried to follow the pattern of your poem. Is it a specific form? If so, it is new to me. 🙂

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        1. The pattern is one of many nursery rhymes – aabccb… I got busy so didn’t take it out for longer than that (I may go back later and extend the pattern). Time is a pesky devil – first we have too much on our hands and then too little, it drags and then runs away!

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  5. Like the poem. I don’t do texting so don’t have that hanging over my head. 🙂 I do spend to much time on FB and I need to correct that. My PSP groups may get a visit now and again.

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    1. I think with the isolation and distancing social media has become a necessary evil to stay in touch with the world. Of course not every post on FB is based in reality…

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    1. Yes, it was a hard year. This year has been been giving that one a run for its money! I look back and think what if we had known each other back then… maybe it wouldn’t have been as hard.

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    1. Thanks! Rhyme is for some the only type of poetry that makes sense so I try to throw some out there every so often. It is kind of funny but I’ve been working for a week and the project runs until Aug 7 and I’m already looking forward to completion! I got used to sleeping in until 8 or 9 am. Now I feel cheated that I have to get up at 6:00 AM every morning – weekends included.

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  6. Always good, to ‘still have a life’. 😉
    We can’t wait for the poetry book!
    (Have you done a post on your scientist process? Like exactly what is involved?)

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    1. Well, I’ve mentioned here and there but due to proprietary processes and such I really can’t divulge the details. I am currently working on a novel antibiotic that is showing promise against C. difficile and MRSA. Only time will tell if it will make it to clinical trials. Also working on a diabetic wound healing project that may prevent amputations in diabetic patients. Both projects are important to me due to my father being a diabetic that died from a MRSA infection that wasn’t halted by any of the antibiotics that were available. He narrowly escaped the amputation of his feet due to a heating pad accident… So I’m emotionally invested in this research on a personal level. I’m also invested professionally as this is the kind of research that could really make a difference!!!

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      1. Even that much, of what thee does, is good to hear! (I’m only asking general details, like ‘germs’ into a petri dish, leave sit for ?hours, etc.) And yes, indeed, re emotional investment. (Mayo’s saved my grandmother’s leg, back in the day when anyone else would have amputated.) Crossing fingers that it is You that finds the cure(s)!

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        1. Thanks Kim. I work with several collaborators and we all have our areas of expertise. If a cure is found it will be a group effort. Too many people think that the breakthroughs are made by an individual toiling away alone. Truth is that science is very much a team endeavor.

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  7. I get stressed by people demanding things done now, its rude and demeaning. Hope you feel better after the rant, its good to get things off your chest and this is a safe place to share. Nothing will truly be normal again, there’s a lot of tension everywhere.

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    1. I’m usually very adept at tuning out the demands but this shutdown has made things weird. Currently I am itching to get out and DO things. Of course I have no idea what I can do since travel is out of the question.

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  8. Even being alone at home and not working, I still have my to do list-and there are those who say, “Well, what could be more important than MEEEE”. It may be just the nature of the beast.

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    1. I think that for those people still sequestered due to COVID, they have become more demanding and emotionally needy. This leads to impatience when they don’t get an immediate response. They act like insecure 14 yr olds clinging to that first boyfriend!

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