That was a great read! One of things I liked about farming is I never cared what time it was. I started work at sunrise. In the long summer months, that was fairly early, but during the heat of...
That was a great read!
One of things I liked about farming is I never cared what time it was. I started work at sunrise. In the long summer months, that was fairly early, but during the heat of the day, whatever time that was, I would take a siesta in the hammock down by the creek. I'd wake up whenever things had cooled down, and work till a bit past sundown. In the winter months I'd get up again at sunrise, but there wasn't much to do, so I spent a lot of time eating, sleeping, playing board games with the kids, and planning for spring. The only time time mattered was if I had an appointment or needed to pay bills. I allowed my workers to come and go at their own schedules and trusted they kept their time sheets correct. I used productivity as a gauge on whether they were truthful or not. I miss seasons, weather, and needs determining when I did things.
On the opposite side of this, speaking as a timekeeper, I struggled when we lived in Paraguay because it seemed like time didn't mean anything. Everything was tomorrow, later, soon, or some other word that was not exact. So tomorrow we're going to get together and go on some trip? What time should I be ready! Didn't matter. They could be there at 7am or 7pm or the next day, and had no problem waiting us to be ready, and often saying, "Hey it's so late, let's do it tomorrow." I'd feel like screaming, "WHEN!" A few years later when we landed back in the states, one of the huge cultural shocks for me was how punctual everyone was! I had to get back into time.
That was a great read!
One of things I liked about farming is I never cared what time it was. I started work at sunrise. In the long summer months, that was fairly early, but during the heat of the day, whatever time that was, I would take a siesta in the hammock down by the creek. I'd wake up whenever things had cooled down, and work till a bit past sundown. In the winter months I'd get up again at sunrise, but there wasn't much to do, so I spent a lot of time eating, sleeping, playing board games with the kids, and planning for spring. The only time time mattered was if I had an appointment or needed to pay bills. I allowed my workers to come and go at their own schedules and trusted they kept their time sheets correct. I used productivity as a gauge on whether they were truthful or not. I miss seasons, weather, and needs determining when I did things.
On the opposite side of this, speaking as a timekeeper, I struggled when we lived in Paraguay because it seemed like time didn't mean anything. Everything was tomorrow, later, soon, or some other word that was not exact. So tomorrow we're going to get together and go on some trip? What time should I be ready! Didn't matter. They could be there at 7am or 7pm or the next day, and had no problem waiting us to be ready, and often saying, "Hey it's so late, let's do it tomorrow." I'd feel like screaming, "WHEN!" A few years later when we landed back in the states, one of the huge cultural shocks for me was how punctual everyone was! I had to get back into time.