I’ve mentioned that Connor (age 11) has been struggling to get up for school these days. I feel his pain…and think it’s probably in direct correlation to the dreaded “fall back” hour shift we endure every year around this time. I don’t know how it works in your house, but here we spend the first few weeks after Daylight Savings Time ends commenting that regardless of what the clock says, it’s actually one hour later in real time.
Whatever that means.
I’m actually wondering now: Which is the real time? I’m guessing Daylight Savings Time is the faux time, right? So, that would mean that for most of the year, we’re living on faux time whilst the rest of the world hums along in real time and probably wonders “What the hell are they doing over there? Who plays with TIME? You really shouldn’t mess with TIME, you Americans…just find a TIME you like and stick with it. Stop messing with it all the TIME. Geez.”
I happen to know that the shortest day of the year falls on the first day of winter, which means this year it’s on December 21st. So, mark your calendars and then try and balance an egg on your front stoop….’cause I think there’s a Vehicular/Vestibular Equinotic/Hypnotic event taking place that I believe allows eggs to stand on one end unassisted, but only outside and only on one very level front stoop/walk/driveway/picnic table. Let’s all plan on trying this…we’ll all take photos of a sea of standing eggs and post them to Ripley’s Believe It Or Not.
I bet they won’t.
Believe it, that is. (Did ya get that?)
And no cheating if you live up north by shoring them up into a snowbank, or some sticky black ice…that wouldn't be fair to those lucky southerners, who shall remain nameless. (Jackie)
Oh, and realize that there will probably only be two and a half hours of daylight on that day, with it being so short and all...so plan ahead. There's nothing worse than waking up on the shortest day of the year and realizing you don't have enough eggs.
So, the point I’m making here is that the days are getting shorter and shorter and we’re all feeling tireder and tireder, which I realize is not an actual word…but I like it and it’s my blog
And I'm tired.
Did I mention how freakin’ cold it is in here?
I just spent 20 minutes looking for the photo a friend of mine posted on flickr of the egg she stood up on the equinox. Maybe it was the Spring Forward one. I can't remember, but I'm pretty sure it happened.
Anyway, I'm super tired too. But it might not have anything to do with the time change as much as with the lack of sun lately. This time changing business makes me want to move back to Phoenix, where it's sunny so much that it gets annoying, and they don't do the Daylight Savings stuff. It's just the regular time always. And it's always pool season, as long as you have a heater for January.
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