We’ve adopted a regular schedule for the first time in years. Charlie needed structure badly, and it probably won’t hurt us either. He now has designated times to go outside, times to eat, and times to play. It’s only been a week and it’s already helped him a lot. We’re waking up earlier too, which is long overdue. Now, my phone is chiming every few hours with whichever block of time is scheduled next. I almost feel like an adult, right up until I walk into my giant garbage-fueled wheeled fort.
Tag: Time
Time keeps whizzing by
It seems to be going faster and faster. I’m sure I’ve said something similar to this on here, but I think I put it particularly well in a recent email:
My favourite hidden feature of my bus is that it’s a bit like a time machine. Whenever I spend most of my days with the bus, time slows down to an appreciable pace. It’s still a construction zone, so I’m still spending my time in a real house, and it’s easy to hit a routine that just obliterates parts of a day. I tend to tuck and roll into a pattern, and time just flies by. It’s that whole “Did I remember to turn off the oven?” trope where you do things for so many days in a row you can’t tell one from the last. The bus puts up a barrier to this, and I’m able to appreciate little things each day that get lost otherwise.
A notable exception to this is construction of the bus. My days are flying by presently, even though I’m elbows deep in buswork. I don’t remember much of the last year’s worth of work on this bus, and I certainly don’t have very much to show for it. One of the things that keeps me going is envisioning relaxing in the bus during my future downtime. Even now, when I choose to take breaks in the bus, I can feel its time-stopping power. I can’t wait to have that back in my life in a big way.