Where does time go?
Do you ever wonder where all your time has gone? I usually think about this on Saturday or Sunday nights. All the sudden I realize that another week is about to start, and it feels like I barely registered the previous week. The busier I am, the more I seem to be surprised by another week starting. Where did the last one go?
I was thinking about this yesterday, because I forgot to change my clock. (Daylight savings time in France started this weekend). On Saturday night at church, some of the other young adults reminded me about the time change, so I went straight home and changed my watch. Later, as I sat got ready to sleep, I changed the alarm hour, since I can't sleep in on Sunday mornings like I do on Saturdays. I contemplated several factors: I would be missing an hour of sleep with the time change; a community yard sale was going to make parking a problem at church; I would need to be early to find a good spot, etc. And somewhere in all that thinking process, I never changed the time setting on the alarm clock!
I woke up yesterday morning, thinking how good I felt for having missed an hour's sleep. I congratulated myself on being wide awake as I got ready for church, only to put on my watch and realize it was 9:15 instead of 8:15! I have to leave for church at 9:20 on a normal Sunday, when parking is readily available. Even though I rushed around like crazy after that, I was still late by 30 minutes or so. I wanted to slink in with my head down.
In other news . . . After church I had lunch with a young African couple at their apartment. They are from Ivory Coast and I really enjoyed the African meal and the fellowship. They had also invited another young couple, newlyweds, so I felt a little like the fifth wheel, especially when one of the women said, "Now we just need to find a man for Ariel!"
During the lunch conversation, we were discussing politics and economy. One of the guys said, "In America, you have the same problem with poor people in the inner cities as we do in France, but you handle it better. Instead of just giving out aid in the form of money, you give people opportunities. That's what's missing in France. People can never break out the ghetto here. There are no chances for a better life."
I found that comment interesting. I've been mulling it over ever since.
I was thinking about this yesterday, because I forgot to change my clock. (Daylight savings time in France started this weekend). On Saturday night at church, some of the other young adults reminded me about the time change, so I went straight home and changed my watch. Later, as I sat got ready to sleep, I changed the alarm hour, since I can't sleep in on Sunday mornings like I do on Saturdays. I contemplated several factors: I would be missing an hour of sleep with the time change; a community yard sale was going to make parking a problem at church; I would need to be early to find a good spot, etc. And somewhere in all that thinking process, I never changed the time setting on the alarm clock!
I woke up yesterday morning, thinking how good I felt for having missed an hour's sleep. I congratulated myself on being wide awake as I got ready for church, only to put on my watch and realize it was 9:15 instead of 8:15! I have to leave for church at 9:20 on a normal Sunday, when parking is readily available. Even though I rushed around like crazy after that, I was still late by 30 minutes or so. I wanted to slink in with my head down.
In other news . . . After church I had lunch with a young African couple at their apartment. They are from Ivory Coast and I really enjoyed the African meal and the fellowship. They had also invited another young couple, newlyweds, so I felt a little like the fifth wheel, especially when one of the women said, "Now we just need to find a man for Ariel!"
During the lunch conversation, we were discussing politics and economy. One of the guys said, "In America, you have the same problem with poor people in the inner cities as we do in France, but you handle it better. Instead of just giving out aid in the form of money, you give people opportunities. That's what's missing in France. People can never break out the ghetto here. There are no chances for a better life."
I found that comment interesting. I've been mulling it over ever since.