I confess . I do not believe in time . —– Nabokov
At Virgil Middle School the bells sounded at odd times . Instead of 10:30 , for example , the bell would sound at 10:32 . No bell ever sounded at the hour , or at the half hour , or at the quarter hour . Always 10:32 , or 11:36 , or 3:14 . Better have a clock handy . The reason for this was that the state of California requires specific number of minutes taught in each subject per year and , so , the school system divides it all up and fits it into a schedule . A silly schedule , I think , but , a schedule .
We all live on a schedule , I suppose . Some of us fit our minutes in one way , some of us in another .
I’ve been thinking about time , lately . Big subject . Endless . There’s not enough time to cover the subject adequately .
My 94 year-old neighbor , Don , says he’s lived long enough . He says maybe he should have gone to Doctor Kevorkian instead of his regular doctor . But , Don’s mother lived to be 100 . I know that because I asked Don about it as soon as he mentioned Kevorkian . I guessed that Don’s family probably have long life spans . I figured they did . ” Just barely 100 ,” he told me . My guess held water . ( Held water ? ) I think Don has got some more time to go .
I had a neighbor , once , named Max. Max was an old guy who used to hobble slowly along the city sidewalk a mile or more to a synagogue every day and then back again . One day I was walking Max across the street and I asked him how old he was .
” I’m ninety-eight , ” Max said .
” You gonna live to be a hundred ? ” I asked . It wasn’t rude , I hope . Just asking .
” I hope not , ” Max said .
He did , though , I think . A year or so later his daughter took him away from his apartment . No more living on his own for Max , I guess . That was thirty years ago or so . I think Max is gone now . I hope so . He’d hope so , too .
I went to a restaurant that serves ‘ Breakfast at Any Time ‘ . So I ordered French toast during the Renaissance . ——–Steven Wright
I saved two minutes yesterday . I have them in a clean glass bottle . Tight lid . Some day I’ll take them out and use them when I need a couple extra minutes . Maybe the school district should have done that , and then changed their 10:32 bell to 10:30 . But , I guess it doesn’t really matter . A bell schedule is a bell schedule . You can quote me on that .
It takes a long time to become young . —— Pablo Picasso
I’ll admit that I haven’t dived into this ‘time’ subject very deeply . Just a few amorphous rambling thoughts showed up . I’m sorry if I’ve wasted your time . I haven’t spent much time analyzing it all yet . I need to save some more time , put several more saved minutes into my little bottle , so I will have enough time some day soon to spend on the subject of time .
It all started when my dog started getting free rollover minutes. ——Jay London
Maybe it doesn’t work that way , though . Maybe time can’t be saved . We have all these great and wonderful time-saving devices . What do we do with the time saved, though ? We schedule other things . Then we sometimes wish that we had the old more carefree times back again . I’ll rethink this ‘time saved’ notion . I’ll open my bottle , check to see if the minutes are still any good . If they are , I’ll let you know . I’ll have some more time , so I’ll do that .
How did it get so late so soon ? It’s night before it’s afternoon . December is here before it’s June . My goodness how the time has flewn ! How did it get so late so soon ? —-Dr. Seuss