Posts Tagged ‘Daylight-Saving Time’
November 7th, 2010
I don’t understand the purpose of DST, aka as Daylight Saving Time.
Spring forward. Fall back. Spring forward. Fall back.
Boing. Crash. Boing. Crash.
I don’t really care if I have an extra hour of daylight to rake leaves in November.
I feel cranky and dull from the additional hour of sleep in the fall. I feel cranky and dull from missing an hour of sleep in the spring.
I spend weeks in the fall thinking, mumbling, saying – it’s eight o’clock, but it’s really nine o’clock. I spend weeks in the spring thinking, mumbling, saying — it’s eight o’clock, but it’s really only seven o’clock.
In the fall-back zone at 11am, I want my lunch. Golden Pup wants her lunch. At 4pm, I want to leave work. At 4pm, Golden Pup wants her dinner.
In the spring-forward zone at 12pm, it’s too early for lunch. Golden Pup wants her lunch. At 5pm, it’s too early to leave work. Golden Pup wants her dinner.
Too late, too early. Too early, too late.
What’s a Daylight Saving Time Girl to do?
I’ll tell you. In November — become a bear. It’s dark when you get up in the morning. It’s dark when you finish work. It’s waaaaaay dark when you go to bed. Don’t fight it. Be a bear.
Hibernate.
That is all.
Elen
March 8th, 2009
I’m in denial over DST, aka Daylight Saving Time, so I am not going to speak of it. Not one word. Nope. Ain’t gonna happen. Now that my circadian rhythm is trashed, I don’t have the energy. Besides, I can’t tell my springing forward from my falling back. Hello. Circadian rhythm trashed. See Elen moving on.
Oh, boy. Oh, boy. Friday was the first no boots day in forever. I was the unbooted. Not to be confused with the undead. I actually got to slip my feet into a pair of leather Clarks. That’s maybe two degrees of separation from flip-flops and pedicures.
Saturday, it rained cats and dogs. Okay. Maybe demons. And I was wearing wellies. Not the attractive kind either. What’s a wellie anyway, but just another word for tread. The downside is that the backyard is a soupy, muddy, rainy, snowmelt mess, and the Golden Pup has morphed into the Mud Pup. In between the soupy, muddy, rainy, snowmelt mess, we have patches of ice and mounds of snow. You gotta love northern weather.
I don’t really care. I got a bouncy, snappy, sassy hair prune and blow dry on Friday and all is right in my world. We’re losing the winter hitch in the neighborhood giddyup.
Now, don’t go all shock & horror on me, but I don’t even mind that tomorrow is Monday. That’s right. It’s just one day closer to the equinox. Forget New Year. This is when you really want that ball to drop in Times Square. In my hemisphere it will be the vernal equinox. You know what that means. Oh, yeah.
Spring, baby, Spring.
Elen
October 27th, 2008
The thing about October is that it has a dark side; it’s the dark. When the days shorten and the light fades so does my brain, and I have an overwhelming urge to jump into my flannel jammies and snuggle in for the duration. Shades of bear.
To compound matters, Daylight-Saving Time is about to end — Nov. 2nd, just two days before the U.S. election. We’re going to fall back; move the big hand back one whole hour. I used do a mental Yippee! Another hour of sleep. This year I’m thinking another hour sitting in the dark waiting for the sun to rise. Groan.
I guess we’re supposed to be happy that it’s lighter for another hour at the end of the work day. Of course, come November, it will be getting dark about 4:30 in the afternoon here anyway, so what does it matter?
November is when I start wishing for big snow. Snow that sticks. Snow makes everything brighter on my street…happier. November snow puts a big ol’ smiley face on the neighborhood. Hope we get some.
Okay. This is really bad. I’m wishing for snow in November. Yikes. I should never blog on Mondays.
I’m kind of crushin’ on the word darksome today. Boy, it just doesn’t take much, does it?
Well, bloggers, it’s Labour Day in New Zealand. Let’s get to work.
Elen
