After so many weeks, I haven’t been able to keep track of them, one day it seems to be the other day. Today reminds me of yesterday, and yesterday can be the same as tomorrow. I know I am used to being confused, but I have exceeded my limit in this aspect of time.
The graceful mistress of the parish house and I have spent all our time together. We’re not going anywhere except that sometimes I slip into the office and come back. On top of that, we are in each other’s company, 24/7. Or is it 7/24? I’m not sure anymore.
For the most part, it has been a wonderful vacation from the rest of the world. I assure you that we surely needed this vacation. Sometimes the world can get pretty sticky, you know what I mean?
After being married for so many years (I can’t really remember how many there have been), I have begun to understand a little more about the other resident in our parish house.
Just when you think you know everything, you discover something you didn’t know before.
I love discovering new things about everything. I’ve found that the more you learn about your spouse, the friendlier the relationship is. I think it has something to do with expectations.
I knew this about my wife, but I remembered this in the last week or so. She is addicted to a schedule.
That in itself is not a bad thing. After all, life is based on some kind of schedule. The problem is that I don’t have a schedule, particularly during the days we are living now. I’m going with the flow.
In our house, breakfast, lunch and dinner are served on a regular schedule. Before this society vacation, we had lunch whenever we could include it in our schedule. Lunch was not the schedule but what we were doing at the time. It is quite different today.
Now, the schedule is based on our diet. Since our seclusion, I have eaten breakfast, lunch, and dinner on a regular basis.
The problem is that it will cost me a lot. After all these social shenanigans are over, I’ll have to go buy myself new shirts and pants because the ones I have now won’t fit me.
I’m thinking of taking it out of my wife’s allowance; after all, she is responsible for weight gain during these weeks at home. If it wasn’t for her, and if she wasn’t such a wonderful cook, she wouldn’t gain any weight. That’s my story, and I’m holding on to it.
During these days of social hibernation, time has lost its true meaning. It used to be that I had a schedule, and I worked to keep that schedule up to the minute. Now, I don’t have a schedule, and I’ve been strictly following it.
Just the other day, my wife looked at me and said, “It’s almost lunchtime. Don’t you think you should get dressed and take off your pajamas?”
My answer was simply: “Why?”
My morning schedule is a complete mirror of my afternoon schedule, which is also a mirror of my evening schedule. I never know if it’s morning, afternoon, or night. According to my wife, what you’re wearing determines the schedule. And believe me, she is always on time.
No one comes to the house anymore, not even Jehovah’s Witnesses. Who do I have to dress for?
Very systematically, and you won’t believe it, she meticulously sets the alarm clock so she can get up in the morning at the same time. I only said this once; I learned my lesson, “Why are you setting the alarm?”
With one of his stern looks, he said, “Because someone has to get up and work!”
She has a regular schedule of getting up in the morning and going to bed at night. That schedule has not changed.
It’s good that you have this schedule because you wouldn’t know what time of day if you weren’t having lunch at the right time.
As for me, I’m a fairly informal guy and not addicted to time. What does time have to do with me having fun? After all, you can only have fun right now. I don’t want to waste my time having fun today because I will never make it up tomorrow.
My motto has always been; make the most of our time.
As I thought about this, I remembered what Solomon once wrote. “For everything there is a season and a time for each purpose under heaven: a time to be born and a time to die; a time to plant and a time to pluck what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to Heal, a time to collapse, and a time to build, a time to cry, and a time to laugh, a time to cry, and a time to dance “
I think Solomon had something here. There is a time for everything and if we do not give time to everything, there will be much confusion in our vine