The Long And Short Of Time #socs

I was going to give you five songs with “long” in the title, but I did that for the A to Z Challenge. So much for that idea.

At midnight last night, the first half of the year ended, and we’re now in the second half. I used to joke that I was still writing last year on my checks (“cheques” for those of you in the UK or its commonwealth, or what used to be the commonwealth), but (a) I don’t write (with a pen or pencil, anyway) anymore, and (b) who writes checks nowadays? Remember when the big deal from banks was “unlimited free checking!”? That was a long while ago.

Remember when you felt like a year was a long time? When you’re a kid, even an hour is a long time. We used to go on vacation to Delavan, Wisconsin each summer, and when we first started going (I was seven), it felt like the trip took forever, even though it was under a hundred miles and took an hour and a half at the most. We’d always stop for lunch at Huml’s in Lake Geneva on the way. It was roughly halfway between home and Delavan, and we’d get there about the time the three of us were complaining we were starving. See, we’d be too excited to eat breakfast, and besides, we were told we’d leave “first thing in the morning,” meaning after Mom’s Aunt Cash got to our house. She lived on the South Side, a little over seventeen miles (28km) south of us, and since Cash drove at around ten miles an hour (16 km/hr), if she left her house at nine, she’d get to ours by eleven, then of course she and Mom would have to sit around shooting the shit and drinking coffee until finally Dad would get the two of them moving because we were bugging him, because every time we’d bug Mom she would tell us, “We’re going in a little while! Now quit bothering us!” “A little while” was, of course, a very long time. After Dad died, we wouldn’t get there until dinnertime. We learned to eat a big breakfast while Mom and Cash told us we’d leave in a little while.

Now I feel like time moves at the speed of light. Not really, but it moves a whole lot faster than it did long ago. I mean, summer really snuck up on me this year. (“Snuck” is the past tense of “sneak.” It’s a word now.) I wish time moved as slowly now as it did when I was seven or eight. Someone theorized that the reason time moves more quickly when you’re old is because it’s less time compared to how much time you’ve lived. I was going to calculate it out, but it’s like an hour is a tenth of the total lifetime of a sixty-year-old that it is of a six-year-old. Or something like that.


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10 thoughts on “The Long And Short Of Time #socs

  1. I smiled at your heading ‘cos mine is also the long and short of it, though not about time. Time flies so fast these days it’s amazing that sometimes I have to remind myself to breath.
    I would like to invite you to my blog party that’s taking place as we speak. It’s rocking and a lovely way to connect with other bloggers. Hope you can make it 🙂


    1. I’ll drop by soon; I’m not sure how much time I’ll have today, but hopefully in the next day or two. For certain, I’ll publicize it. Be interesting to see who’s out there.

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  2. We really did leave first thing in the morning, usually before dawn. lol
    I’d never heard that theory about why time flies so much as we get older, but that seems right. Time is more perception than concrete anyway, if you ask me.


  3. Sounds like a great set of memories. Road trips when I was a kid always seemed to wind up with me in the back seat, sweat trickling down my face, and firmly stuck to the vinyl seats.


    1. Just you, or a sibling or two? I had two brothers and we were always fighting over who had to sit in the middle, over the hump…


      1. Just one sibling, but usually a flock of cousins. The one closest to my age got her growth spurt in about three years before I did, and immediately taught herself how to “bridge” cards, which is almost impossible with child-sized hands. Drove me nuts for many, many, miles.


  4. I remember being on road trips when I was a kid and it seemed like it took an eternity to get to my grandparents house that was 200 miles away. Back then we played Punch Bug where I would punch my brother every time I saw a Volkswagon Beetle…or he’d punch me in the arm if he saw it first. Do you remember that game?
    I enjoyed reading about your mom and Aunt Cash chatting it up for “a little while”… Funny story.

    Michele at Angels Bark


    1. The aforementioned Aunt Cash came up with a game called “cemetery swat,” where you hit someone whenever you passed a cemetery. My brother Kip came up with “weeping willow whack,” because he, as the youngest, had to take the brunt of cemetery swats…


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