I’ve been operating in a constant state of confusion since the time changed Saturday night. My only clock was still set on Daylight Saving time and some years it takes me months to finally climb up there to reset it.
The clock sits high atop my kitchen cabinets where it can
be seen from three rooms. When I retired I decided I would no longer be bound by other people’s schedules so I got rid of all my watches, alarm clocks and even silenced my grandfather clock which was driving me crazy anyway.
I’ve always been able to mentally correct for the time change. Since I hit the big 65, my mental acuity seems to be a bit sluggish. I arrived a full hour early for lunch with the girls today. The restaurant had not even opened.
Then I stopped by Dan Mullen’s office to discuss some corrections the Dawgs need to make before next week’s game. I thought it was 8 a.m. but the athletic building had not even opened. It was barely 7a.m.
So I decided to get with the program early this year. I went and hunted down the ladder and climbed up on my cooktop to reach the clock. But now I’m more confused than ever. I keep trying to add an hour when I no longer need to.
This time thing is a pain in the neck. I say let’s just leave it at one time and be done with all the adjustment and trying to regulate our sleep patterns twice a year.
After living in a constant state of confusion for the last two days, I finally broke down and changed my clock to standard time. Note I said “clock (singular).
When I retired I decided I would no longer be bound by other people’s schedules. I got rid of all my watches, alarm clocks and I even silenced the grandfather clock which was driving me crazy.
Last year I made it to Christmas without changing the one clock I still own. It sits high atop my kitchen cabinet where I can see if from three rooms. I just mentally added an hour to whatever time it showed. Since I reached Senior Citizendom, I can’t do that as effectively any longer. (The mind has grown a little sluggish along with everything else.)
I was an hour early for lunch with the girls and found the restaurant hadn’t even opened. Ditto for my appointment with Coach Mullen – we had some serious corrections to make with the Dawgs and I t there an hour and 15 minutes early. After waiting 45 minutes, I got bored and left. Maybe he can figure it out on his own.
To change the clock, I had to go find the ladder and climb up on top of my cooktop to reach the clock. Heights scare me to death, and I’m still feeling a little dizzy.
Anyway, I’m in sink with the rest of the world again.