Thursday, April 26, 2007

the future is not what it used to be

The Cleft of the Rock
Annie W. Brigman, (1869-1950)

The boyfriend's in Paris.
The boss is in B.C.
("Are the weans in their bed, for it's noo ten o'clock?")*

I move on Saturday. I might even know where to.
(Dangling preposition. Watch it dangle.)*

I ran into an elderly couple, friends of the family, last Wednesday at a Tim Horton's in Whitby (minutes after my boss had quipped that I have a knack for knowing someone nearly everywhere I go). They're in their...70's? 80's? (hopefully they're of a generation old enough not to know much about blogging so they won't read this and be offended) and have raised a family, those family members have started families of their own, and, I'm not entirely sure, but there may even be great grandkids in the picture as well.

Bob White (he) asked me how things were with me and I responded without much thought: "Busy". Then, after a little thought: "Does it get less busy?" "No," they replied. "Things are just as busy now as they have ever been."

I had been looking forward to a rocking chair, slippers and a set of knitting needles in my 80's. Has that idyllic image already faded into a era we can't access anymore? My grandfather is in his 80's and was the first to introduce me to Skype. Colleagues of my parents have found me on Facebook. I was laughing with the girls from my cell about how our kids will be rolling their eyes when we tell them that "when we were growing up, there was no internet...we would send things in the mail."

Careers are paramount. Marriages are unnecessary. A university education is the norm. Commuting is a necessary evil. Children move out of their parents' homes. Television fills deadair. I've moved four times and have held five jobs in a year. I, even I, own a cell phone.

Am I the only one that feels that the harder we try to make our lives "efficient", the more complex things become? What ever happened to the mail, to silence, to "making calls", to taking a wife, to waiting, to hopscotch, to milking a cow, to penny candy, to walking?

I’m so tired but I can’t sleep
Standin’ on the edge of something much too deep
It’s funny how we feel so much but we cannot say a word
We are screaming inside, but we can’t be heard

- Sarah McLachlan, "I Will Remember"

4 comments:

snoopy said...

*hugS*

=)

donna said...

even blogging takes over. i was going to write something else, but shouldn't I (we) TALK instead of 'commenting'?

Mimo said...

That's a great song..love Sarah MacLachlan. I've had a constant change going on in my life too the past few years..it can get tiring! Though I've lived in the same place now for over two yrs, that's something =) But changing jobs can be quite stressful..

In some sense we are object to the laws of this world and ways of this world, but I do still believe that

"Life is what you make it, kind of like play-doh"

So I think we can choose to take a break, to go walking, to read a book, to write a letter instead of email, to "make calls".. Life is what we choose to make it, though of course if we do it differently and are different there's maybe more "peer" pressure. You are right, the world is different too, and all of it we can't choose.. But I choose to hold onto some of Anne's legacy! I say, let's choose the rocking chair! Heh =)

Blessings! Mimosa

Sarah-Aubrey said...

Mimosa wins.