Thoughtful Thursday: Speed
June 7, 2012
Welcome to the June Intelligentsia.
#32: Elana from Elana’s Musings
#28: Lost In Translation from We Say IVF, They Say FIV
#27: A from Are You Kidding Me?
#24: Strongblonde from Strong Blonde
#16: Tara from Turkey In My Oven
#14: St. Elsewhere
#12: Lori from Write Mind Open Heart
#11: Mel from Stirrup Queens
#7: Sara from Aryanhwy
Once, years ago, I was staying with my grandmother, and my great-aunt drove up to say hello. After a couple of hours, she ended her visit by saying (very slowly), “I’d better start heading home. I’m pretty pokey. I don’t know why everyone thinks they have to go the speed limit. Why are they in such a hurry?” A trip which would take a regular person 40 minutes took her 2 hours.
I do almost everything fast. My husband does almost everything fast. My son does almost everything fast. My daughter… well, she goes at her own speed.
With almost everything, I am fast. I talk fast — very, very fast; it can be a problem. I walk fast. I think fast. When I was a kid, my piano teacher would say that my fingers just couldn’t keep up with my brain; her solution was the metronome. Now, on the computer keyboard, my fingers do a good job of keeping up with my brain. With some work, I finish amazingly quickly. I am capable of going from being asleep to being out the door in less than 5 minutes. I just seem to be calibrated faster than most people.
I’m not fast in everything, though. It takes me forever to do a lot of things because I’m careful and deliberative: some types of work; shopping; blogging. I eat quite slowly… but not as slowly as my mother did. Even though I can get ready remarkably quickly in the morning, it can also take me forever. I drive at a normal speed, by choice. I run slowly, not by choice.
My husband is, in many ways, even faster. He’s fast in all of the ways that I am fast, but he also works quickly. He eats so quickly that if you turn your head you might miss it. Like me, he is also a slow runner, though not as slow as I am. His slowest skill is getting ready in the morning: it takes him forever.
As fast as my husband and I are, Burrito leaves us in the dust. The vast majority of photos taken of him, even by professional photographers, are a blur. But the time elapsed between waking up and being at the breakfast table can be preposterously long, because he needs to hug, then he needs to go potty, then more hugs, then try some different outfits, then read a book…
In many ways, Tamale combines all of our slow attributes. Like me, she eats sooooo slowly. Like her father and brother, she takes forever to get ready in the morning, mostly because she spends more than 15 minutes rejecting every shirt in the closet, one by one. Like both of her parents, she is a slow runner, but she has also been slow at all other motor skills. All of a sudden, though, this week she has sped up. My little snail occasionally becomes a cheetah and runs by before I can look up. She finds it hilarious to sing a song double-time. Looks like her speed genes are kicking in. Look out, world.
What do you quickly? What do you do slowly?