Elizabeth Willis Barrett……….March 2016
I asked a friend the other day why I just can’t seem to get anything done. The kids are gone. I don’t work in the regular sense of having to get ready and drive to a job. Of course, the fact that we’ve moved after thirty-seven years of living in the same wonderful house might have something to do with it, since there are boxes of accumulated stuff that begs to be brought into the light and given a permanent new home. She commiserated and then gave the answer: “Electronics.”
“Electronics?” Odd answer, till I let my addled brain soak it in for a bit. She could be right. Electronics have hip bumped their way into nearly everything I do. It has been interesting to contemplate how much time I could devote to other things if I were to totally delete electronics from my life. For instance, I listen to lots of books in a month. It takes time to go to the library to search for books on CD. Then I have to download them to my computer and then upload (?) them to my phone. Or, since I have gotten pretty tech savvy, I go to Overdrive on my phone and choose books from there. But still, it takes time to decide and to put some books on hold and some books on a wish list. And when listening, it takes time to “rewind” often to see what I missed because my mind wandered. A great deal of time is also used up untangling my headset. Don’t know how that happens. The simple solution to this time crunching dilemma would be to quit listening to books. But I am hooked and have found my “weed of read.”
Texting takes a vast amount of time from me. I am a one finger texter even after practicing the two thumb method that even Brad has mastered. It’s no good. I can’t move out of the one finger slow lane. Then I have to re-read and re-text what I’ve written to make sure my real meaning has come through. Phoning would be so much easier. That used to be when I got all my tedious work done—when having a great conversation on the phone. You can’t scrub toilets while you’re texting.
I really don’t watch much TV. The final episode of Downton Abby has aired and I haven’t even watched it yet! Do not tell me what happens! Thanks. But when I finally do want to watch something in particular on TV, I have to relearn how to get it in the right input, look for the right channel out of about 300 and find the right remote for the sound bar. It takes time. Much more time than simply walking up to the TV to turn it on, raise the volume and find the right channel out of four.
Facebook takes time. I just want to scroll through quickly to see if anyone has gotten married or died and invariably I will get sucked in by a “Watch this, you won’t believe it!” line. Then that site takes me to another. I mean, who could possibly pass up the opportunity to know what has happened to former child stars or how to tighten saggy skin? Those things are very important to one’s social standing. Then, because Brad and I have our computers on the kitchen table for our constant perusal, he tells me of indispensable knowledge he has learned, and I am double whammied with imperative information. All very time-consuming.
And speaking of Brad: the day is fraught with “Where’s the_______________?” and “How do you______________?” and “Will you please________________?” I just get going on a project like riding full speed on a bicycle when those questions throw me off course like a stick in the spokes. To be fair, I do the same to him and he is much more patient than I, but many minutes are spent in the answering.
Soft water has nothing to do with electronics, but I have found that it takes forever to wash soap off with soft water. I spend way too much time in the shower trying to get the same feeling I used to get with hard water. I will conquer that idiocy soon.
Another thing that takes too much valuable time is deciding what to do when. Or standing in my crowded closet trying to determine the best choice of apparel. I think my brain is running in molasses mode while my ambitions are tumbling over themselves in a water fall.
I always assumed that when the kids were finally grown, that time would be in great abundance. I thought I would have ample hours to pursue all my interests with lots left over to wallow in luxuriantly. I was wrong.
Perhaps the world is spinning faster, pressed on by an impatient God eager to get this phase of His creation over with. Perhaps my body and mind are just slowing way down so that it looks like the world is spinning faster. Perhaps I should just enjoy every day with its allotted minutes and quit taking so much time to analyze everything.
Well, it’s time to get back to my To-Do List. Maybe I should start calling it “To Don’t.”