Thursday, August 6, 2009
Corcoran Street between 15th and 16th NW.
My head is swirling with last night's dreams, nightmares, and from the ghostly comings and goings from my room. Whew! What a night. When I woke up this morning, the clock indicated that I'd slept eight hours, but the night was much much longer. I traveled, too, far and wide, within and outside of my dreams, with and without the ghosts. The blanket and sheets were completely untucked this morning, the pillows were everywhere, and my hair was more than dishevelled. I looked like I'd stuck my finger in the electrical socket. Felt like it, too. I crawled into the shower, exhausted.
It's true that the final eclipse occurred last night at 20:55 EDT. It was still August 5th here on the east coast of the U.S. though it occured on the 6th in other places on the planet.
Time zones and especially the International Date Line completely confuse me. I get jet lag just thinking about the fact that when I read blogs written in Australia, I'm reading tomorrow's blogs while meanwhile when they read mine, even if they tune in five minutes after I post, they are looking back in time at yesterday's post. Freaky.
Whenever I get on an airplane, I think about how, once in the air, there is no time; in flight I am neither in the time zone of departure nor the time zone of arrival. I never know if I should leave my watch set to the old time or switch it right away to the new time. Perhaps I should leave my watch at home.
Astronauts, while in orbit, live in a place even farther removed from the 24 hour clock. In fact they also live outside of seasonal time, beyond the solar calendar. Even if they look at the earth and notice whether the north or south pole is leaning in towards the sun, they are not a part of either summer or winter. They can observe both, at the same time. January? August? March? Just words to astronauts in orbit, nothing more. Wow. Out in space, the only conceivable time is stellar time, which is so huge compared to you and me that it can not be perceived, only imagined, and even that is a stretch.
Being "on time" is always important to me. Some days, though, I realize just how subjective that idea is, how silly, actually. Especially after a long night of craziness like last night. Oh yeah.