tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post2035306893835373813..comments2024-03-26T23:41:10.319+00:00Comments on Authors Electric: How Do You Measure Time? by Ruby BarnesKatherine Robertshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17196712319655603442noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-1017192913608591792016-04-27T18:53:56.699+01:002016-04-27T18:53:56.699+01:00Time? When you're happy, it accelerates, remin...Time? When you're happy, it accelerates, reminding you somehow that these joys will soon be over. When things are not inspiring, or simply wrong, it drags interminably. And yes, I am another ancient 'Electrical' in need of getting its fuse box sorted.<br /><br />Enid Richemonthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17218197995089241666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-64156971752883365032016-04-27T15:38:06.704+01:002016-04-27T15:38:06.704+01:00Nonono ... dandelions are GOOD guys ... the roots ...Nonono ... dandelions are GOOD guys ... the roots are deep drawing up nutrients far down in the soil which other 'good' plants can't access, and making them available ... and early in the year when there are few other blooms around, they can help to sustain early bugs such as bees ... Leave them dandelions alone! :-) <br /><br />But otherwise yes, Oscar had it so right when he said that youth is wasted on the young. The older you get the more you appreciate this ... although would being young have been half so much fun burdened by the wisdom (!) of age? madwippitthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02595748471651052552noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-81082648346664650092016-04-27T15:33:41.733+01:002016-04-27T15:33:41.733+01:00Thanks for that.
It depends what I'm timing....Thanks for that. <br /><br />It depends what I'm timing. My relationship with him-in-doors is counted either in toasters and dogs (both last a long time in our household). My year is counted in terms (I teach when I'm not writing). My weeks are counted in how many days until I'm allowed a glass of wine (try to only drink at the weekend). Lynne Garnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05697330164705623835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-51112303714100944092016-04-27T09:45:23.665+01:002016-04-27T09:45:23.665+01:00Lovely piece and so true. Every time we put the Ch...Lovely piece and so true. Every time we put the Christmas decorations away, we wonder if we should just leave them because we'll have to get them out again next week. Or that's what it feels like. Facebook induces a kind of panic as well, by showing you pictures you posted 'five years ago' - only that seems like last week as well. A good inducement, though, to get on with writing projects! Catherine Czerkawskahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14554969254207924049noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-15101989569652461652016-04-27T00:17:35.529+01:002016-04-27T00:17:35.529+01:00Thanks folks. I think I'll compile a list of a...Thanks folks. I think I'll compile a list of all the positive activities that seem to make time slow and then do those things more often. Or maybe they'll lose that characteristic once they become routine?@Ruby_Barneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07136530922804444637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-64787379422453153772016-04-26T16:00:00.110+01:002016-04-26T16:00:00.110+01:00I'm with Sandra, I believe time is not fixed.....I'm with Sandra, I believe time is not fixed... sometimes it runs faster than at other times. Or maybe it's just our brains that run faster and slower? Whatever, this effect fascinates me - I have days when time slows up and I get masses done, and other days when whole hours seem to go AWOL. Have you read Stephen Hawking's "A Brief History of Time"? I keep meaning to get around to it...Katherine Robertshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17196712319655603442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-943512707416698392016-04-26T10:55:26.325+01:002016-04-26T10:55:26.325+01:00Time is a trickster. Sometimes it slows to an unbe...Time is a trickster. Sometimes it slows to an unbearable extent, speeds up, doubles back on itself, spirals... Measuring it by ever-increasingly 'accurate' devices creates an illusion of forward-going regularity. Thank you for this beautiful, moving post about the lived experience of time - from another AE Senior Citizen.Sandra Hornhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01761260568729338471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-22262755214164421712016-04-26T10:07:55.550+01:002016-04-26T10:07:55.550+01:00Speaking as another seniorish citizen, I can compl...Speaking as another seniorish citizen, I can completely identify with everything here. The only proviso I would add is that when I really think back to childhood I can remember that the frustration and boredom of not being able to get started on the excitements of adult life were sometimes almost unbearable. With the value of hindsight those years attain a sort of golden glow but I would not want to go back there now - apart from the physical deterioration, being old is much more fun. Andrew Croftshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16101696875255886422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-70054273458067524182016-04-26T10:06:07.415+01:002016-04-26T10:06:07.415+01:00It is a beautiful post, Ruby. Thank you.It is a beautiful post, Ruby. Thank you.Susan Pricehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07738737493756183909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-84349995908895442632016-04-26T09:53:10.544+01:002016-04-26T09:53:10.544+01:00Never a truer word has been said. Beautiful and ev...Never a truer word has been said. Beautiful and evocative piece. Wendy H. Joneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04022089775887274043noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-19659889109720737552016-04-26T09:32:09.154+01:002016-04-26T09:32:09.154+01:00Interesting to note that, unless someone else is w...Interesting to note that, unless someone else is writing a comment which gets posted before this one, the first three comments are from AE's senior citizens. It's a beautiful, lyrical post, Ruby, encapsulating feelings most of us share and sensing the flow of the space-time continuum not through its curves or warps or unimaginable black holes and event horizons, but with blog entries, blister packs and dandelions.Bill Kirtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16345949773423764808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-82212486541818222262016-04-26T09:17:35.491+01:002016-04-26T09:17:35.491+01:00Lovely piece, Ruby. I've long found it fascina...Lovely piece, Ruby. I've long found it fascinating how time speeds up as you get older and I too, can remember how amazingly slowly it once wandered on. Weirdly, it's writing my monthly post here that is the craziest. I'm caught out every month (with nothing to say) because I can't believe I've only got two or three days left to do it in. Every month I wonder if I ought to stop, on the sole grounds that AE seems to be rearing my life away. Odd, innit? I'll have to learn to love the smell of dandelion roots.Jan Needlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15823078224282953782noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-6409946493876439242016-04-26T06:06:26.970+01:002016-04-26T06:06:26.970+01:00This is a profound post, Ruby, which will haunt me...This is a profound post, Ruby, which will haunt me for the rest of the day. Your image of the pills struck home. I have yards of medication on my repeat prescription, which I renew every three months. That's four dedicated visits to to the pharmacist a year. Whole years are OK but three months is a finite enough number to make me shiver each time I pass that measuring post. How many more times will I pass it before my ration runs out?Dennis Hamleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15781139870037634374noreply@blogger.com