Hardly anyone says it anymore but when I was a kid, it was common. We talked of ways of passing the time. Old people said it mostly. There were expressions like
whiling away the hours
putting in time
passing the time
We are still passing time whether we admit or not. More often now though we talk about , not enough time, time is money, time is precious.
I think it is a fundamental shift in values, as well as a fundamental change in our world. Combined they have lead us to think of time differently. I do not know this of course. I am just supposing. As my children have gotten older and the time I spent with them, or for them has lessened I have found myself again with the chance to put in the time, to pass the time, to even be a little bored sometimes. I know mothers hate that word, but then they get to be older mothers and they whisper it themselves occasionally.
For example, tonight I am going out to help my friend look at pants. As if she needed me. What we need is each other’s company. We are just passing the time again after years of having it whiz by us.
I think though that the idea of passing time, as in finding something to do, should be revered again. It would be good to get back to a life where I was not checking my phone to pass the time, cause that is how so many of us, especially the young ‘uns pass the time. I am just as guilty.
How do you pass the time?
with the hook, with the book, snuggled safely in your little nook?
with the garden, and the hoe, hauling around the hose?
I think saying that I am just passing the time makes it sound as if I am not doing something meaningful, and the truth is you cannot make meaning all the time.
Sometimes you just make a day.