we changed hour this week-end...it's 6.30 pm it was 7.30 pm yesterday...I hate these changes...they say we save money on energy...wonder how...my boby hates it...iI feel uncomfortable...
I hate time, schedules...now I'm retired I stopped wearing a watch, and most of the day I don't care about the time...it's amazing to see some retired people hurrying all the time...when will they take time to live...
Was reading Tony Hillerman the other day...all he says about Navajo time...so interesting...
found something in Louise Erdrich too:
"What's yor love medicine? "I asked old Nanapush that evening...He lighted his pipe of kinikinnick , thought before he spoke.
"No clocks. These young boys who went to the Bureau school, they run their life on white time. Now me, I go on Indian time. Stop in the middle for a bowl of soup. Go right back to it when I've got my strength..."
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I hate it too. I have a history of depression and the dark evenings make it more difficult to keep "up".
I don't like the grey days that winter brings anyway- I could bear the cold with a blue, bright sky! But when the sky is low and grey for days... it is so oppressive.
I miss sitting in a chair with the back door open, listening the birds in my garden in the evening, still busy round the feeders or basking on the fence. Now they are away and a bed by 5! Even the frogs seem to have hibernated...
hey hO!
I cannot go so far as to associate Autumn with death, as I was born on November 8th. So I try to think of it as new beginnings, rather than ending- the leaves drop to fertilize the soil for the new bulbs, so the death for the leaf is also life...
The sudden-ness of things being dark an hour earlier is always a shock! Here I am, typing near my window before 5pm and it is pitch black outside. It barely seems believable!
Helena, Bob's mum
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