THEN: CHANGING THE TIME
NOW: CHANGING THE TIME
I used to look forward to Daylight Saving Time. It meant that after dinner my kids could still go outside and play for awhile. I could take a walk. Neighbors could gather on front porches and talk. And best of all, it meant that summer was just around the corner. After all, we were Springing Forward.
Now it’s not even spring yet! March has yet to really get going.
We could still have more rain and in some parts of the country it is still snowing. Who needs an extra hour of daylight when the weather still says it is winter?Another hour of sleet and snow and rain! On those days, I like staying inside, cuddled by the fireplace with my family.
I know this early Daylight Saving is supposed to save energy. But even after all these years, I’m still trying to get used it.
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But that got me to thinking about the concept of time. Wouldn’t it be great if we could save time itself? If all those Daylight Saving hours were actually saved in personal Time Bank accounts?
Every Daylight Saving we would add another hour, not be used until we turned forty, or of an age when we could really appreciate time. Our hours would accumulate and then each fall when we turn the clocks back, we could go to our time bank and withdraw whichever hour we wanted.
I might take an hour from a day in high school when Billy smiled at me. To remind me of how young love felt. And that I could feel all hot inside without having a hot flash.
Or an hour from when my daughter was born and I cradled her in my arms. A day I never tire of remembering. And would love to experience again. And again.
Or maybe an hour from when my foot was broken to remind me to slow down.
If we are feeling sad about something, we could take a “happy” hour from our bank to remind us that life is all about ups and downs. We could take an hour to help us through a tough situation. Or spend time again with someone who is no longer with us.
If need be, we could borrow against these hours, taking them out when we needed extra minutes to meet a deadline. Or maybe even trade hours. To experience how it really feels to walk in someone else’s shoes. And how about loaning hours to someone whose life is being cut short way too soon?
Ah, the possibilities are limitless. That is – if it were only possible.
Think about it.
What hour would you withdraw from your Time Savings Bank?
If I could turn back the clock I would want to have spent more time with my mother who died shortly after I left.
I would want to have told her how much I had loved her and was not angry with her, even tho we had a shouting match the last time we saw each other.
I would want her to know how much I missed her. I want her to know I did mean to stop talking to her. I would like my mother to know that I was so sorry that I ran out of her house shouting at her so all the neighbors would hear.
If I could go back for even a moment. I would hold her tightly and say, Mom, I love you so and I do not blame you for the path I took, the steps were mine and you had nothing to do with it. You were a child yourself when I was born so you did not know much more than I did at the time.
I would hold her, hug her, and stay for the week instead of only for a few hours because I got mad with dad and left in a huff….at him and not at you. I am sorry mom. I do not know if there is a life up there. If there is, I hope you will be waiting for me. I so badly want to hug you. I have so much to say to you – the first words would be – Mom, I am so sorry I did not stay longer. I love you. I just shed a tear remembering the words I never told her the night she died.
The Day I got Married
The time I held my 1st daughter in my arms
The time I held my 2nd daughter in my arms
The first time I held my Grandsons
I can think of many hours I’d like to relive, for sure. It may sound weird but I like those times just after a major life change in my 30s and 40s and even 50s, when life seemed to spread out before me in limitless quanitities and the world was my oyster.
What a beautiful thought! There are so many moments in time that I’d love to have in my bank. The birth of my son would top the list. The moment in Africa when I saw my first lions would rate highly and seeing whales beside the ship on my 50th birthday when I was headed to Antarctica. I can think of so many. Thank you for the trip to awesome memory lane.