Have I mentioned that the husband and I are time optimists?
Have I also mentioned that the husband and I are, in fact, time idiots?
Yesterday, the husband had to be up early to go deal with some carpenters at work, who would be coming at 7 a.m. He set the alarm for 6:15, and got up without too much prodding from me. He left the house in the usual late-Fall pitch darkness, and made it there by 6:45. After nearly an hour of waiting, furious, he called up the foreman and got an answering machine. It was at this point he looked at his phone and noticed that the time, an hour after he’d arrived, was 6:45.
He had forgotten, for some reason, that he’d failed to set his alarm clock back when the time changed. Three weeks ago.
Time idiots, that’s us. Or maybe just lazy idiots.
The Swedish phrase for the day is kvart i sju, which would be written numerically as 6:45.
p.s. those bi-coastal wonders, East West, are back up and running in a new magazine format.
- by Francis S.