I have always preferred the darkness to the light. Much happier/safer in a dark room or at night. Then again, Halloween is my favorite holiday, so I'm a bit biased. lol. Something about those cool fall days with the leaves blowing, the moon out full as ever, and darkness all over. Comforting, happy, awesome. Fall is the best time of the year for my wife and I (we both can't wait for Halloween). We just started decorating the house.
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I have always preferred the darkness to the light. Much happier/safer in a dark room or at night. Then again, Halloween is my favorite holiday, so I'm a bit biased. lol. Something about those cool fall days with the leaves blowing, the moon out full as ever, and darkness all over. Comforting, happy, awesome. Fall is the best time of the year for my wife and I (we both can't wait for Halloween). We just started decorating the house.
I have always loved the Fall, the change, knowing that Spring is on the other end. I lived in Minnesota for 2 decades and grew to embrace Winter, like I never thought I could.
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I’m standing at the front door staring outside waiting for the printer to arrive.
I feel like a civil war wife seated quietly at an empty window whispering, “Ohhhhhhhh, when will my husband return from the war?”
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You’re sick. Sick to the bone, I say. Seek help, stat!
I feel like a civil war wife seated quietly at an empty window whispering, “Ohhhhhhhh, when will my husband return from the war?”
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I level in Minnesota for 2 decades and grew to embrace Winter, like I never though I could.
You’re sick. Sick to the bone, I say. Seek help, stat!
Note: I have no idea how this reply initially ended up in The Apple Watch forum... if you noticed.
I believe time acceleration, as a perception is experienced by all human beings through the mechanism of aging. I don’t believe there is much, if anything we can do to alter it.
Do you remember when you were a child and how the summers seemed to last forever?
By the time our son reached high school, the year, perception wise, had been reduced to 3 months- the Fall Symester, the Spring Symester, and Summer. Almost 2 decades later, that perception seems to be holding up more or less. It’s as if what was once new, your life, which was intriguing by virtue of the novelty, has now gotten old, along with seeing what you had physically slowly being taken away. Time acceleration seems to be a natural, expected, and appreciated occurrence.
To clarify, this sentiment is not the feelings of a depressed person, (I’m not depressed), but the perspective of someone who believes I am looking at my life in a realistic manner. I’ve often brought up the subject: the purpose of life, and after 65 years of living, it’s still a good life, and I like pondering its meaning if there is any.
I believe time acceleration, as a perception is experienced by all human beings through the mechanism of aging. I don’t believe there is much, if anything we can do to alter it.
Do you remember when you were a child and how the summers seemed to last forever?
By the time our son reached high school, the year, perception wise, had been reduced to 3 months- the Fall Symester, the Spring Symester, and Summer. Almost 2 decades later, that perception seems to be holding up more or less. It’s as if what was once new, your life, which was intriguing by virtue of the novelty, has now gotten old, along with seeing what you had physically slowly being taken away. Time acceleration seems to be a natural, expected, and appreciated occurrence.
To clarify, this sentiment is not the feelings of a depressed person, (I’m not depressed), but the perspective of someone who believes I am looking at my life in a realistic manner. I’ve often brought up the subject: the purpose of life, and after 65 years of living, it’s still a good life, and I like pondering its meaning if there is any.
It is amazing what human beings can adapt to.
If anyone had told me in 2012 what lay ahead, I think I would have wanted to crawl under a rock and never ever emerge for the rest of my life.
But, you adapt, and find coping mechanisms, such as paring stuff down and letting things go.
I have always loved the Fall, the change, knowing that Spring is on the other end. I level in Minnesota for 2 decades and grew to embrace Winter, like I never though I could.
While I quite like autumn, I detest the darkening days and find the lack of light of winter (along with the cold, the wet, the ice, the short days) exceedingly depressing.
From now (equinox) to when the clocks go back at the end of October, is not too bad. However, my heart truly sinks that week-end when the clocks go back, knowing that we won't even have that same amount of daylight until the end of February.
The sense of time accelerating seems to occur when you are enjoying yourself; yes, when you are a child, summer holidays did seem to stretch eternally, but that was only at the very beginning of summer; within a matter of days, they seemed to accelerate into a blur and then, suddenly, September and school had arrived.
As for crawling time, even recently, I have been waiting - what may have seemed an age - for the hands of a clock to arrive at 5.00 p.m. Classes or professional environments that you don't much care for tend to come with this dragging, crawling quality of interminably slowed time.
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One of my favorite [recurring] experiences is driving with the top down through a backwoods road, where there's no lights other than a big bright moon, on a cool night in Oct/Nov, when the humidity here in FL finally drops.
We're huge Halloween people, we generally do it up big at the house (it's a prime stop for ToT-ers)
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One of my favorite [recurring] experiences is driving with the top down through a backwoods road, where there's no lights other than a big bright moon, on a cool night in Oct/Nov, when the humidity here in FL finally drops.
We're huge Halloween people, we generally do it up big at the house (it's a prime stop for ToT-ers)
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How awesome!!! Haha. If we're ever in Florida at the right time, we'll show up
. We have an annual Halloween party at our house as well, something the entire family + relatives look forward to.And yes, that scene you mention on a backwoods road... So de-stressing and relaxing just to think about it. Best time of the year.
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LOL sure did. Was like hmm... It is a forum about time... so I guess it works! lol.
As a kid I was very keen to the passage of time. As I got older it seemed to me as long as I did something the next day that I never did the day before, it would make that day seem to last forever, because I enjoyed it. Sadly, once one gets a full time job, the repetition of the days makes time seem to fly at a very rapid speed. I found keeping a journal helps a little, recounting the unique events of that day helps make the days seem a bit more full.
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So frustrating. Events we dislike seem to take forever and events we love and enjoy are over before I even realize it.
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How awesome!!! Haha. If we're ever in Florida at the right time, we'll show up
And yes, that scene you mention on a backwoods road... So de-stressing and relaxing just to think about it. Best time of the year.
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LOL sure did. Was like hmm... It is a forum about time... so I guess it works! lol.
As a kid I was very keen to the passage of time. As I got older it seemed to me as long as I did something the next day that I never did the day before, it would make that day seem to last forever, because I enjoyed it. Sadly, once one gets a full time job, the repetition of the days makes time seem to fly at a very rapid speed. I found keeping a journal helps a little, recounting the unique events of that day helps make the days seem a bit more full.
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So frustrating. Events we dislike seem to take forever and events we love and enjoy are over before I even realize it.
I just finished my morning meditation, 20 minutes. I don’t know what I am accomplishing, but when I come out of it, I feel like I have a new perspective, a feeling of well being, my existence does not seem so routine, yet I can’t put my finger on what or how.
I spend time with the unofficial mantra “I am”, but added on, although I’m not supposed to be thinking, is “What am I, where am I? This little ball of consciousness and self awareness, that is centered in my head, does it originate there, or is it a portal that comes from some other place?”
I have decided meditation is not boring, it remains an engaging mystery.
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Yes, the crawl to 6:00 p.m. makes me think, Am I there yet?
I am a Winter person (only thing I dislike is ice), commuting when it is dark now is less fun (why am I not sleeping?!?
) Halloween is awesome. Our neighborhood is not celebratory though so it is just another day around here. Heads off
to everyone who celebrates.
Note: I have no idea how this reply initially ended up in The Apple Watch forum... if you noticed.
I believe time acceleration, as a perception is experienced by all human beings through the mechanism of aging. I don’t believe there is much, if anything we can do to alter it.
Do you remember when you were a child and how the summers seemed to last forever?
By the time our son reached high school, the year, perception wise, had been reduced to 3 months- the Fall Symester, the Spring Symester, and Summer. Almost 2 decades later, that perception seems to be holding up more or less. It’s as if what was once new, your life, which was intriguing by virtue of the novelty, has now gotten old, along with seeing what you had physically slowly being taken away. Time acceleration seems to be a natural, expected, and appreciated occurrence.
To clarify, this sentiment is not the feelings of a depressed person, (I’m not depressed), but the perspective of someone who believes I am looking at my life in a realistic manner. I’ve often brought up the subject: the purpose of life, and after 65 years of living, it’s still a good life, and I like pondering its meaning if there is any.
Not sure how it did, as my comment was in response to the a comment that “Time flies,” earlier in this thread, which launched a line of thought that brought me here. Sorry if I somehow misposted, but I felt the topic was timely...
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It is Sunday, so the carer tends to have most of the day off; she arrived back with chicken and chips and gravy and shared what she had with Mother - who loved it and wolfed it.
Once upon a distant time, (well, even now, but not all of the time), I was pretty strict - or monitored closely - what Mother ate.
Lots of organic food (this is adhered to when I am home, and cheerfully discarded and jettisoned when I am away), and - when I cooked - proper, real, organic ingredients, stuff cooked from scratch.
Mother had (or has) high blood pressure, stratospheric cholesterol, several stents, a pace-maker and so on, among many other maladies.
Now, given what else she has - e.g. advanced Alzheimers - which often comes with a severe loss of appetite - after some consideration and much thought, we are all agreed to just give her what she likes and wants.
So, these days, she gets cakes, tarts, sweets, ice-cream, takeaway food, sausages (okay, those tend to be artisan sausages if I am in charge of the purchasing), bacon, pork, chicken, potatoes, and other such culinary delights.
The medics marvel at her appetite - usually, they tell me, someone with her condition does not really enjoy food; but, she has always liked her food - and was always a good trencherman - and, as long as dessert is included, she will eat most things (though organic vegetables and salads have to be sneaked in somehow) and adores takeaways.
When she was first diagnosed, my brothers and I shared organic recipes (pasta, borlotti beans, roasted tomatoes and garlic, and so on). Now, they cheerfully look the other way when she shows a clear preference for pure junk riddled with E-numbers.
Anyway, she is content, safe, and happy and ABBA (to whom I owe a profound debt of abject gratitude - she adores their music) is playing on the CD player in her room.
Once upon a distant time, (well, even now, but not all of the time), I was pretty strict - or monitored closely - what Mother ate.
Lots of organic food (this is adhered to when I am home, and cheerfully discarded and jettisoned when I am away), and - when I cooked - proper, real, organic ingredients, stuff cooked from scratch.
Mother had (or has) high blood pressure, stratospheric cholesterol, several stents, a pace-maker and so on, among many other maladies.
Now, given what else she has - e.g. advanced Alzheimers - which often comes with a severe loss of appetite - after some consideration and much thought, we are all agreed to just give her what she likes and wants.
So, these days, she gets cakes, tarts, sweets, ice-cream, takeaway food, sausages (okay, those tend to be artisan sausages if I am in charge of the purchasing), bacon, pork, chicken, potatoes, and other such culinary delights.
The medics marvel at her appetite - usually, they tell me, someone with her condition does not really enjoy food; but, she has always liked her food - and was always a good trencherman - and, as long as dessert is included, she will eat most things (though organic vegetables and salads have to be sneaked in somehow) and adores takeaways.
When she was first diagnosed, my brothers and I shared organic recipes (pasta, borlotti beans, roasted tomatoes and garlic, and so on). Now, they cheerfully look the other way when she shows a clear preference for pure junk riddled with E-numbers.
Anyway, she is content, safe, and happy and ABBA (to whom I owe a profound debt of abject gratitude - she adores their music) is playing on the CD player in her room.
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Not a fan of autumn. Dark mornings and evenings are unpleasant, as is the cold.
But worse is the onset of winter. Sometimes I feel like I never see the sun in winter.
Also my departed (gone not dead) daughter’s birthday, Christmas and the day she left us all take place between late November and early January.
A time that I dread all year. As does Mrs AFB.
But worse is the onset of winter. Sometimes I feel like I never see the sun in winter.
Also my departed (gone not dead) daughter’s birthday, Christmas and the day she left us all take place between late November and early January.
A time that I dread all year. As does Mrs AFB.
Oh that is great to hear. Glad that your mom gets some pleasure from eating now in light of her situation. Sometimes, you just have to do that.
Well, to be honest, these days, her high cholesterol levels are the least of our worries. So, as long as she wants to eat, it makes sense to give her the kind of stuff she will want to eat.
Yay! My all region blu ray player works again for all European / region B...so two fancy, schmacy U.K. John Carpenter restorations ordered (not They Live. I love that movie, but not enough to go into non-North America releases.)
Now all I have to think about is being selective in what movies I want to buy (Of course this happens right when the U.K. distributor of certain Shaw Brothers films decides to move onto other Asian film studios. .)
And my "Right, tomorrow is Monday" thought reared it's head again. I know...I know..
Now all I have to think about is being selective in what movies I want to buy
(Of course this happens right when the U.K. distributor of certain Shaw Brothers films decides to move onto other Asian film studios. .)And my "Right, tomorrow is Monday" thought reared it's head again. I know...I know..
Yah i could do without all that dark in stretch between Thanksgiving and year-end plus assorted emotional stresses of the holidays if I manage to get behind the curve on prep for them. Love the return of strong light here in January though. It's getting into deep winter cold by then but the light is fantastic once it manages to get up over the ridge to my southeast. It says "yeah! winning!"
Over the past decade, I have spent a lot of time abroad. "Abroad" means the Caucasus, central Asia, the Horn of Africa, sometimes, for years at a time. There have been shorter trips - a few weeks, a few months - usually, observing elections, in places such as Belarus, Bosnia, Russia, Kyrgyzstan, Georgia. And elsewhere.
This also means that I have missed winter at home for almost half of the past decade; I always knew I disliked winter - but, until I worked and lived abroad (in some of the most dysfunctional places on the planet) - but with serious light during what we call winter - I hadn't quite realised just exactly how much I loathed it.
Cold, wet, rain, sleet, snow, ice and horrendous darkness - an abysmal quality of light - (yes, I seem to suffer from SAD, as did my mother until she no longer knew the difference) are all part of what is called "winter" in the northern latitudes.
Pub snugs, and roaring open fires in pubs are some of the few compensations for the endless darkness and cold. Okay, I love British and Irish pubs - those old dark, cosy, comfortable pubs and snugs with nooks and crannies, and blazing open fires - bliss. Adore them.
It took me a long time to be able to express what moved, and excited me in the art I liked & thrilled to (Dutch & Flemish School, Impressionists); it is the control and mastery of, and use of light.
Likewise, in photography, (and I am, or used to be) a keen photographer - light, the control of, and the interpretation of light, really interests me.
Mind you, in tropical (or equatorial) latitudes, the light, while never lacking (except at sudden sunsets), is rarely "subtle".
Ah, well: Whoever said that you can have everything you want in this world?
After all, I returned this year from my most recent stint abroad to realise that I do like the long lingering twilights that you do find in the high northern latitudes in summer.
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The printer will be delivered...tomorrow...bet your hard earned dollars that tomorrow, the printer will come.
(scurries off into another thread)
It was delivered a minute after posting it. Lol.
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A Canon MF247dw. It was up and running within 5 minutes of delivery. Pretty slick. I think it’ll fit my needs...which aren’t great. I got my recipe printed. I guess I can return it now.
How the heck did it get delivered on a Sunday anyway?
What's on my mind: the distinct fading away of even the memory of "blue laws"...
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Never heard it call that. But I can remember when most shops were shut on a Sunday.