Daylight Savings Time and Me

Ohio Clock in the U.S. Capitol being turned fo...

Ohio Clock in the U.S. Capitol being turned forward for the country’s first daylight saving time in 1918.  Why?

Well, look at that.  I survived another year of Daylight Savings Time.  Or is it the other way around?  Did we just start or end Daylight Savings Time?  I don’t really know and I’m not sure it really matters.  I survived without change.

You see, I protest Daylight Savings Time.  I don’t change my clocks.  And this morning my clocks show the “correct” time.  They are still off by eight minutes.  I set them ahead to fool me, kind of like a built in snooze feature, and it gives me a few moments of peace if someone new wakes up with me in the morning.  “Oh my, is it already 9:00?  I better get going!”  (Good.)

Anyway, all of my clocks show 10:51 right now when it is, in fact, 10:43…I think.  Let’s see, 51 less 8…yes, 10:43.  Now 10:44.

I refuse to play the Daylight Savings Time game.  What’s the point?  For ten years I lived in Arizona and — while they don’t do many things right there — they don’t follow the Daylight Savings Time gig and get along fine.  I survived just fine, too.

In fact, I stopped changing my clocks years before moving to Arizona and like Arizona.  Arizona and me, we share that in common and despite our flaws — as different and unshared as they might be — we both survive.  I do miss Arizona, I suppose, and at least part of that is my admiration for they way they keep time.  Clocks and watches always ready to go.

So I don’t celebrate this day — I celebrate in the fall — because I hate springing forward.  I much prefer springing back.  Strangely, it always feels like a real, living hour is lost when spring arrives, but it never feels like an hour was gained when we fall back.  It simply feels like restoring what is right and natural.  (I don’t really care much for spring, either; as a season of the year, fall is far superior.)

So, in review, my clocks are fixed and correct through the entire calendar and I choose to see myself as a survivor.   I think we have outgrown the need to play games with clocks (except for the 8 minute trick) and it is time to stay with and stick to Standard Time.  But, for this to work, if I am mistaken and we are starting Daylight Savings Time today and not ending it, you can’t say anything because then I am on the wrong side of the hour, I to fix that means I would have to move east, to some place like Indiana which…Hey!  That might not be so bad.  Wait a minute, I wonder if they have any openings at the Pawnee Parks and Recreation Department.  I love those guys.

Where were we?  I’m all screwed up today.  10:58 right now.  I wonder what time it is in Pawnee.


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