We rarely say the time around here. But when it is nearing dinner time, we tend to fix on it and say it out loud because Sal does not like to drink her first glass of wine before 5:00. So, we KNOW 5:00 to the second. And, when we are working on a project, we naturally seem to KNOW 2:00 pm approximately well (plus or minus ten minutes) because it is then we naturally need a tea-break. But, basically, other than those two ’embedded’ inner clock-times, we are less than accurate, not enslaved by and less than conscious of the time.
We wake up when we want to which is anywhere from 7:00 to 8:30 am. We retire to bed and a spell of reading whenever we want to and that ranges from 9:00 to 10:30…sometimes 11:00. So, we are regular but not predictable, scheduled but not by the clock. In fact, I never wear a watch anymore and, unlike most people today, I don’t carry a cellphone either so I never KNOW the time exactly.
But I am pretty good judging from where the sun is at. I can get within 15 minutes or so if I work at it.
NOT knowing the time out here has few drawbacks, but it has one. When you lose track of the time, by the hours, you tend to graduate that habit to losing track of the days as well. I am currently entering my senior years anyway and so I am adding the months forgotten to the syndrome now, too. I hardly know what month we are in until we are at least a week into it. I never seem to know what day of the week it is.
Missed my son’t birthday this month. Only by a day. He’s not the type to care, anyway. But I did. I only remembered because I saw the date on something and it prompted a reminder and it was a reminder a day late. No big deal. But clearly I have been swallowed by Island time. I am a local yokel now. At any given moment, I don’t know what time it is, I do not know what day it is and, half the time, I am not even sure of the month.
Apparently, those are the first questions doctors and emergency responders ask the patient if they suspect brain damage, concussion or dementia. “Do you know your name? Do you know what day it is? Do you know what month or year it is? Who is the president of the United States?”
“Uh, my name is Dave but you can call me ‘sweetie-pie’. I answer better to that. I have no idea of the time, the day, the month or the year. And, God forbid, the president might be Donald Trump.”
The nurse turns to the attending physician, “He’ totally out of it, doc. Completely whacked. Maybe too much pressure on the brain..may have to chop the top of his head off…waddya think?”