Does anybody really know what time it is?
On a recent trip to visit our son in college, my husband and I needed to adjust our watches to accommodate for a new time zone. Not just the hour time difference in Colorado, or the difference between our son ’ s 10 minutes and our 10 minutes...we needed to adjust for the time difference between our son’s life and our lives and the thought processes and priorities that our differences entail. You see, there have been times when we haven’t adjusted our watches...and frustration, anger and hurt feelings ensued. There have been times when we’ve been focused on our timetable and priorities and totally consumed with our timing. There have also been times when our son has been tuned into his timetable and completely ignored our time zone. I learned this lesson long ago—and I mentally adjusted my watch before we left for the airport. My husband...not so much. Our destination for the weekend was “The Republic of Boulder.” It’s not officially a republi c , but it’s called this by many Co