Our clock stopped working and all the batteries we had couldn't bring it back to life. It stopped at 4:20 so it is now always 4:20 here. A.m. or p.m. with the sunlight we can't always tell...
You wouldn't think that a little thing like no longer having time as a point of reference would make such a difference in your life but you just might be wrong. Although time is just an artificial constraint, it does govern civilization. And, we lost that guide.
At first I was discombopulated. I never realized how much I referred to that clock. I time the bread's risings, simmer my soups, gauge how much work I have put in, guessed at when someone would return from a trip or just decided what it was time to be doing.
Now our children would tell you that we never adhered to much of a schedule anyway. I like to say that recipes, patterns, and schedules are just suggestions. So, we are going to bed when we are tired, getting up when we awaken, ( or Brick barks too loudly) working until we are tired or that task is done, and eating too often!
Before you panic for us and mail out a clock, Larry does have a watch so we can meet the plane or catch a tide if we have to although by now we can pretty much see the tides. Our main shipping days are over for the year so life has slowed considerably.
We do see the seasons' changes. The sun is setting in a whole different area of the sky and the moon is all turned around. Last night Brick woke us up at _:__ (it was dark!) I stepped out on the upper deck and I think I saw the Aurora Borealis. It wasn't moving much but it was several bright lights spiking up from behind the trees across the skies.
We used to question each other over what day it was. The only ones we knew for sure were shipping days when that float plane touched down. Now I guess we are just savages in a savage world doing whatever occurs to us. Good thing there are no wild boars on the island.
