Time will Tell

 

Today is Thursday, and I surmise that tomorrow

will arrive on time. Not expecting anything special,

just content on stating facts—as life goes, one thing

follows another.

As we grow to learn these patterns in life, we can

become worried or confidently reassured with our

expectations in our day-to-day lives.

As a child (brought up in the fifties as a Catholic),

I could expect either fish or pasta for dinner on

Fridays. As a meat lover, I was not excited about

my meatless Friday meals. But I was told I faced

the wrath of God and my mom, having to eat

that which was on my plate.

Patterns, we all learn to rely or abhor them as

they affect us every day. Lots of them are handed

down to us from our caveman days.

Patterns in most cases can be relied upon for our

survival as a species—Spring and summer follow

fall and winter. Farmers know when to plant and

harvest crops.

As a child, I learned a sound spanking would

surely follow disobeying my parents. I had my

choice, however, in taking my chances on being

found out as guilty.

Why, many of the sciences and discoveries are

based on patterns, gravity and light depending

on certain conditions behave in predictable ways.

So, you may be asking, where does this diatribe

of mine lead? Many of you who know me person-

ally understand that I have reached the ripe old

age where it is no longer likely that I am working

on a thesis for a masters or doctorate degree.

I still do function on patterns which help me to

stay alive. Abstaining from meat on Fridays

is no longer required. At age seventy-five, parental

corporal punishment for breaking many patterns

and rules no longer applies.

These days, Friday generally follows Thursday, and

should I awaken alive to yet another day, time will

tell. The prospects of continued patterns, however,

grow less and less each passing day. As for me and

tomorrow, why we’ll just have to wait and see?

                                   -30-

Chris Hanch 2-23-2030