This morning I was late for a commitment. I was meant to be there at 7.45am. I was up early and thought that I was on time, so when my husband said, “It’s 7:35 I realised I needed to shower, wash and dry my hair, dress and be there in 10 minutes …. not going to happen.
Being a teacher at heart I was pondering my mistake whilst brushing my teeth at breakneck speed. It was then that I realised I was gauging my routine by my husband’s normal schedule. . He usually leaves at 7.25 and this morning his responsibilities were different and so his routine was not usual.
In the seconds between brushing and rinsing my mouth I realised that I hardly ever look at a clock. I judge time by other indicators.
I love revelatory thoughts, but they seem to pop up in the most inopportune times. Whilst multi-tasking the rest of my own beautifications at high speed I thought about the time clues that lurk in the backyard of my brain.
The geyser turned on …it’s half past four.
The Cape Robin is performing his entire repertoire of songs…the sun is rising soon.
The bus turned down our Street…it’s ten past seven. #
Our neighbour is reversing out of his garage …it’s 7.30
I hear builders next door …it’s 7.45
The dog’s next door are going nuts…the children have just left for school …it’s 7.50 am
I can hear children playing in a playground…it is 10.15am
On Thursday the domestic service has arrived next door…it’s nearly lunchtime
The cat is meandering around my feet …its 5 pm.
On Tuesday nights the crowds at the sports club stop shouting…it’s 9.30
Using other people’s routines to keep my own appointments is not really the most accurate indicator of time. It is quite alarming
…I should have set mine!