Sorry I’m a little later than usual with this. I didn’t feel up to writing it yesterday and knew I’d be getting up early today, so I said "Ah, I’ll do it in the morning." Then one thing led to another and I fell into a wormhole… Anyway, I’m here now.
The technology for keeping time these days has really changed. Now, the absolute correct time is as close as your phone, because it’s connected to a cell tower and the company that operates the cell tower synchronizes the time with one of the many atomic clocks operated throughout the world that can give you the correct time to the nanosecond (such as this one). Before then, you pretty much had to get as close as you could by setting your watch to some more or less reliable source, such as the radio. Except that sometimes the time they announced on the radio was fast or slow, to fool the folks at Arbitron or the FCC. We used to have a phone number you could call in Chicago (I’ll just say it was CAthedral 8-8000, because if I try to find it I’ll fall into another wormhole) that would give you the correct time ("At the tone, the time will be nine… twenty six… and thirty seconds… (boop)…"). Most of the time, you got pretty close to the exact time and decided that was good enough.
We use the word "time" for an experience, usually one where you spend an hour or two someplace, like a party. "I had a great time at the party!" or "I had a lousy time at work today." Every life is full of good and bad times, and sometimes remembering the good times makes the bad time not seem so sad. Our veterinarian sends out condolence cards for when a pet dies that say "Remembering Happier Times" on the outside. They’ve recently started taking a pawprint of your deceased loved one that goes inside the card, and the members of the staff each write a little note expressing their sympathy. It helps. The vet also sends a check each month to the University of Georgia College of Veterinary Medicine along with a list of the deceased pets that month (maybe $1 a name), and UGA sends a condolence letter to each family on the list.
Man, how did I get on that topic? That’s what happens when you try stream of conscious-ing to write one of these. You’d think I got enough stream of consciousness writing on Saturdays, but no…. (Incidentally, I don’t think Linda will mind if I mention Stream of Consciousness Saturday and invite you to join us. We have a great time.)