Blog Intermission no. 23 - Time goes ... where?

Judith Viorst is an American author who has written many books for children and adults - fiction and non-fiction, as well as books of poetry.  She is also a newspaper journalist, a playwright and psychoanalysis researcher.  She was born in New Jersey on the same day as my husband, February 2nd (Ground Hog Day) but several years before him - she was born in 1931.  Below is her poem "As Time Goes By" which describes well how quickly time passes.  In French the word "time" is "temps" - which also means the weather by the way.  (The 1890s illustration above is by Henri Boutet, French 1851-1919.)

Painting by Ambrogio Lorenzetti, Italian 1290-1348

As Time Goes By

I wake up on Monday,

Eat lunch on Wednesday,

Go to sleep on Friday

And next thing I know it's

The middle of next week

And I am shaking mothballs

Out of the winter clothes

I stored for the summer

Five minutes ago.

 

Because snowstorms follow

The Fourth of July

Faster than faxes,

Faster than e-mail,

Faster, maybe, than the speed of light.

You want to slow down time ?

Try root canal.

Try an MRI.

Try waiting for the report on the biopsy.

Or try being a child on a rainy morning

With nothing to do,

Wishing away the hours, the days, the years,

As if there will

Always

Alway

Always

Be more.

- Judith Viorst

1931 painting by Salvador Dali, Spanish 1904-1989

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Note:  Post pre-programmed.  After five years of blogging I am placing this blog in a holding pattern - this blog is on "spring break" (en pause de printemps.)  It is a known fact that, as we get older, time accelerates, at least it appears to go by faster and faster.  Too many tasks have accumulated - spring cleaning, memory cards to be downloaded, books to sort and many given away, trips to be planned, flowers and herbs to be planted into pots, music to listen to and so much more - busy, busy ...  In several weeks this blog will come back.