Central Daylight Savings Time has struck again; and as in years prior, another hour has been taken from us.
Never mind that we’ll get it back in the fall.
It’s not the same.
I worry about that hour. Will it be okay? Where has it gone?
Maybe it’s with the other things gone from my home: one fuzzy blue slipper absent since the locally attended and suspiciously named International Chili Cook-Off, the mysterious disappearance of a 40-watt bulb from a living room lamp.
Or perhaps that hour’s gone the way of my often misplaced and then rediscovered faith in humanity and I will find it on the bus, perhaps in a stranger’s smile.
Either way, my concern over the disappearance of an hour of my life via government decree – as opposed to, say, the loss of an hour due to oversleeping or drunken misadventure – is nothing in comparison to the enjoyment of the extra hour of sunlight.
The snow is leaving; the sun is out; and Minneapolis needs only the gully-washing rainstorm that will sweep the streets and lawns clean of the dirty, gritty reminders of the inconvenience of the last six months to bring on the glorious green of spring.
Nevertheless, it’s all a big head game, this Daylight Savings Time. The day’s as long – and as short – as it ever was.
Still. I wish my lost hour the best of luck, wherever it is and hope it remembers that spare time will always have a home with me.
Never mind that we’ll get it back in the fall.
It’s not the same.
I worry about that hour. Will it be okay? Where has it gone?
Maybe it’s with the other things gone from my home: one fuzzy blue slipper absent since the locally attended and suspiciously named International Chili Cook-Off, the mysterious disappearance of a 40-watt bulb from a living room lamp.
Or perhaps that hour’s gone the way of my often misplaced and then rediscovered faith in humanity and I will find it on the bus, perhaps in a stranger’s smile.
Either way, my concern over the disappearance of an hour of my life via government decree – as opposed to, say, the loss of an hour due to oversleeping or drunken misadventure – is nothing in comparison to the enjoyment of the extra hour of sunlight.
The snow is leaving; the sun is out; and Minneapolis needs only the gully-washing rainstorm that will sweep the streets and lawns clean of the dirty, gritty reminders of the inconvenience of the last six months to bring on the glorious green of spring.
Nevertheless, it’s all a big head game, this Daylight Savings Time. The day’s as long – and as short – as it ever was.
Still. I wish my lost hour the best of luck, wherever it is and hope it remembers that spare time will always have a home with me.
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22 comments:
Little lost hour, we hardly knew ye...
Lose an hour gain some sun...now it's darker longer in the morning and lighter later in the evening...what exactly is the purpose of all this?
What?! You mean even Mount Sears is gone?!
*Pearl rejoices*
I've been pushing to move the clocks back 20 seconds every day for six months and then add them back the next six months to eliminate that shocking 1 hour thing.
Sadly, no one listens to me and you have to go through this shocking experience every year.
We haven't changed the yet. At the end of the month.
At least the resetting of the electric clocks isn't nearly the pain in the Spring that it is in the Fall. You did remember to reset your clocks? All of them?
I would have hoped that it was somewhere earning interest, so that come fall, maybe we'd get 1 hour 36 seconds back in interest.
We never had gully washing rainstorms where I grew up. But I think that's simply because we didn't have the word "gully."
That hour you lost is right here. We've still got it.
Check the cats. Is one of them a bit larger, a tad fluffier than usual?
While you're at it, check for that fuzzy blue slipper too.
I heard today that it is in Hawaii and Arizona. It would be better to look for it in Hawaii.
I think my lost hour rolled under the bed with the dust bunnies. :\
How strange. I didn't lose an hour. 'Course I do live in a civilized (snark, chortle, guffaw) state which doesn't believe in Daylight Savings Time.
I am really, really looking forward to the return of our hour. Shortly. And when it returns it will bring morning light back with it. Except that the morning light is a tricky beast and will start to sneak off again.
Hari OM
Given I don't know which end is up at the moment, the side-slide of time drifts by like water...which also comes from nowhere and returns there after creating havoc...YAMxx
The worst part about this hot mess is the loss of an hours worth of sleep, but man you gotta love the extra sunshine after work. I dig being able to finish a run after work with the sun still shining. It's something special and miraculous, like swirly toothpaste or the appendix.
I miss my hour!! Wahhhhhhh!
Oh darn! I was supposed to "spring ahead". We retired folks have more exciting things to do.
I wonder, while you are searching for the lost hour, would you please keep your eyes open for Daisy's red ball with the "just right" size openning for kibble treats inside? It has gone away... we miss it.
Listen, Missy. I've got your hour right here and if you ever want to see it again, you'll send me fifty pounds of chocolate.
You're very clever, young lady but I know Earth's rotation sped up by 4.167 percent last night. Dogs were barking!
I love daylight savings but I will be glad when it comes to an end here which will be in a few weeks time.
I remember when they first decided to turn the clocks back - or ahead - and a woman called into the local 'phone-in' radio show and complained that her plants just couldn't handle an extra hour of sunlight. The DJs tried to explain, but she stood firm in her belief...
I've never understood why daylight saving is necessary. We managed for centuries without it.
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