Everyone is affected by the time change in different ways. Some like it, some hate it. For me, it’s not quite that simple. Over the years, I have developed some very quirky ways in which I make note of the passage of time:
When hubs completed his architectural thesis, in 1981, there was ONE computer on our university campus! That computer took up the entire basement of the administration building, and it took an entire weekend to process one topographical map. I mark the creation of all things computer by the year 1981.
Most people love the late summer, when Black-eyed Susans begin to bloom – but for me, they always represented that time when I needed to return to my classroom and get it set up for the beginning of a new school year. Part celebration, part dread!.
Our very good friends were married locally on November 10th, 2000. On that day, the snow here was falling so hard it was impossible to see. Google maps were not yet commonplace, and because of the weather and our inability to navigate, we missed that important wedding. I judge our local weather (easy or hard winter) by the weather on November 10th. I also mark the availability of smart phone apps by that date…
And now, as we head into the holiday season, I look to Pearl Harbor Day. I distinctly remember finishing the writing of my Christmas cards while hubs was in the hospital, recovering from minor surgery. I had the task completed on Pearl Harbor day, and as a result, that year was the most organized and stress-free holiday season ever! Now I set my goal of having lots of things done by Pearl Harbor Day (December 7th). It is my personal benchmark of being able to relax at Christmas.
Well I’m not the kind to live in the past
The years run too short and the days too fast
The things you lean on are the things that don’t last
Well it’s just now and then my line gets cast into these
So how about it? What unorthodox events mark the passage of time for you?