So tonight we do that strange thing - put the clocks forward. Messing around with time, which we usually persuade ourselves is somehow a fixed, absolute thing. We all get a bit confused. Some people never remember which is back, which forward, nor the effect of each on daylight at either end of the day. I don't find it hard as a concept, but find myself disorientated for a few days, the rhythm interrupted, disrupted, though soon resettling. L always refuses to change her watch straight away, whereas I'll do it when I go to bed the night of the change. She prefers to exist in two times simultaneously for a while, acclimatising, asking frequently what the real time is...
Not sure about springing forward, but I do feel a little heartened to have at last identified a job to apply for... I'd begun to wonder if there ever would be one again. You know the rules, but let's just say it is exactly the kind of work I want to do, and part-time to boot. Plenty of time to work on the application too. Uneasy feelings come into the picture - oh god, can I remember how to do this stuff, how to be this person?? The wounds of last year ache and itch, but I'm willing to try putting my weight on the injured foot now (if this is not to mix my metaphors too awkwardly...)
2 comments:
That's it. Stiffen the resolve. Best foot forward. Etc.
Like the red and white kitchen!
Tom gets a bit impatient when I talk about it being 'really' only one o'clock when it's two, etc at these times, reasoning that we should immediately accept the adjusted reality. But one's awareness says otherwise, I feel.
Glad to hear you can imagine the job, it sounds a good possibility. Whatever happens, it's progress to be able to summon up the will toward it. Good luck!
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