So, we’re supposed to “spring forward” sometime tonight or in the wee hours of Sunday morning.
I wish “they’d” make up their friggin’ minds! What time is it? Oh, you want an extra hour of daylight at the end of the day? Well then, get up an hour earlier, cause that’s all we’re doing when we set our clocks an hour ahead, which means, for someone like me who is up between 4 or 5 AM every morning that I’ll now be up between 3 and 4! GAK.
I so don’t like this messing with the clocks. I experience jetlag er…timelag for days. Here it is going on 7 AM and we’ve got this nice sunrise going on but tomorrow morning we’ll be waiting around till like 8 AM before it starts to get light! Jeeze! And then as the months go by I’ll have to be deal with it still being light out when I’m ready to go to bed.
Which reminds me of this poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
Bed In Summer
In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer, quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.
I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people’s feet
Still going past me on the street.
And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?
The only good thing about it is now there will be a one hour difference between where I live and where my sister lives instead of two. So when I call her at seven PM my time it will be eight PM her time instead of nine.
I love that poem. I still have my childhood copy of A Child's Garden of Verses. I was always grateful that kids didn't have to still go to bed at 6 or whatnot when I was little (thought maybe that's how it really should be . . .). I am not happy about the time change. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteI still have my copy too, illustrated by Jessie Willcox Smith. I do so love his poetry.
ReplyDeleteI love the poem too... our time doesn't change until the end of the month.
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