It's all in the timing: delivering a joke, palming a watch, making a soufflé...or the bigger life events like getting a new job, moving across the country or ending a relationship. What were The Rolling Stones thinking when they sang that time was on their side?
I've been thinking about it because I have some time on my hands this summer to return to the memoir, so many books will be gracing the night stand including Sven Birkerts The Art of Time in Memoir.
Siddhartha said, "The trouble is, you think you have time."
Weeks ago, in the days leading up to April Fool's, I was absent-mindedly trying to think of a prank I could pull on my morning class. Then I was thinking about it in earnest or, Buddha help us all - mindfully. Gears turned, puffs of smoke came out my ears and zilch, nada, nothing came to me. (Perhaps I should clarify - I'm not a prankster. The one time my skills were called on as an accomplice, I stood by in awe as my room-mate replaced the contents of a shampoo bottle with honey.) Still, I wanted something. An 8 A.M class of bleary-eyed students during the coldest winter in 115 years - would there ever be an easier crowd to fool? I doubted it.
I delivered the day's lecture, reviewed an upcoming assignment, and 20 minutes before the end of class - obviously much too late - the gag came to me. I lamented my lost opportunity aloud and a student said, "Next year, Miss. I'll remind you next year." I laughed.
Time really does keep on slippin', slippin', slippin' into the future.