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I LOVE DAYLIGHT SAVINGS
14 March 2007
There are people who love it, people who hate it, people who are indifferent to it.
For most of my life, I was one of those who was indifferent.
We were fortunate, all the years the kids were growing up. Somehow, the day before the time change we always had something going which put the kids' body clock in some sort of weird zone so that when Monday rolled around, they didn't really seem to be affected by the time change.
(That's one of the perks of living the un-regimented life! It seems that those who live life by the clock and routines and that sort of thing have a more difficult time adjusting to the time change because their bodies are accustomed to things happening in orderly fashion. When you live in chaos, your body doesn't know what to believe.)
Normally I don't even pay attention to the time change, except that at some point I realize it's darker or lighter than I expect it to be at a certain time--usually the time I should be cooking dinner, but it's no biggie.
This year, of course, I had to pay attention, at least a little. The media had been warning us that we were about to experience a mini Y2K situation and all our computers were going to blow up unless we downloaded special programs to take care of things. So I dutifully downloaded the Windows patch and sure enough, my computer changed time with no problem. The only difference was that it didn't send me a little pop-up message telling me it had updated to daylight savings time. I missed that. You like bonding with your computer and it's nice when it communicates with you all on its own.
(Unless, of course, you are stuck on a page where this sweet little girl's voice tells you every 5 seconds that you have qualified for two iPod Nanos and you can't figure out which page and/or program is doing it and checking each web page doesn't give you a clue. But I digress. Frustrated? Who me??)
So anyway, on Saturday night I happened to be up at 2 a.m. and saw the computer go from 1:59 to 3 a.m. and could then go to sleep, confident that all was right and that the house wasn't going to explode.
It wasn't until Monday morning that I discovered I love daylight savings time. Walt is retired now, of course, so there was no reason to get up at any early hour to fix coffee, and when one eye opened cautiously to see that it was nearly 6:30, the dogs were still sleeping peacefully.
The dogs thought it was 5:30, because by their time clock it was!
I didn't dare get up. I burrowed further under my Sheila blanket and surreptitiously turned the sound on the TV up just enough so I could hear it. Lizzie looked up as if to say "what are you doing, woman? Don't you know it's the middle of the night?"
It wasn't until 6:45, when the first hint of daylight was beginning to show in the sky that Lizzie decided to jump on me and wake me up. I had already been awake for half an hour.
In other words: I got a decent night of sleep without doggie interruption!!!!
Will this last? Who knows? I figure that if I refuse to acknowledge clock time and continue to act as if nobody gets up while it's still dark outside, I have a fighting chance of not being awakened by flying fur until a decent hour. Hold the good thought.
Proving once again that we don't own the dogs, the dogs own us, I went out and spent nearly $40 at Petco today. For what? Well, there was the $6 choke collar which, I hope, will help Lizzie learn to walk on lead as nicely as Sheila does; there was $30 for another dog bed because Lizzie has taken over Sheila's bed, leaving Sheila nowhere to sleep at night, and the rest went for dog treats because I'm out of the beef jerky that the dogs get whenever I leave the house and when I return again.
When I was checking out at the cash register, the clerk asked me if I'd like to make a donation to the local SPCA. I chortled and told her I'd given and given and given and given already.
IF I DIDN'T HAVE DOGS...
I COULD WALK AROUND THE YARD BAREFOOT IN SAFETY
MY HOUSE COULD BE CARPETED INSTEAD OF TILED AND LAMINATED.
ALL FLAT SURFACES, CLOTHING, FURNITURE AND CARS WOULD BE HAIR FREE.
WHEN THE DOORBELL RINGS, IT WOULDN'T SOUND LIKE THE KENNELS.
WHEN THE DOORBELL RINGS, I COULD GET TO THE DOOR WITHOUT WADING THROUGH FUZZY BODIES WHO BEAT ME THERE.
I COULD SIT ON THE COUCH THE WAY I WANTED, WITHOUT TAKING INTO CONSIDERATION HOW MUCH SPACE SEVERAL FUR BODIES WOULD NEED TO GET COMFORTABLE.
I WOULD NOT HAVE STRANGE PRESENTS UNDER MY CHRISTMAS TREE...DOG BONES, STUFFED ANIMALS, NOR WOULD I HAVE TO ANSWER TO PEOPLE WHY I WRAP THEM.
I WOULD NOT BE ON A FIRST NAME BASIS WITH THREE VETERINARIANS.
THE MOST USED WORDS IN MY VOCABULARY WOULD NOT BE OUT, SIT, DOWN, COME, NO, STAY, AND LEAVE HIM/HER/IT ALONE.
MY HOUSE WOULD NOT BE CORDONED OFF INTO ZONES WITH BABY GATES AND BARRIERS.
MY POCKETS WOULD CONTAIN THINGS LIKE POOP BAGS, TREATS AND AN EXTRA LEASH.
I WOULD NO LONGER HAVE TO SPELL THE WORDS B-A-L-L,
I WOULD NOT HAVE AS MANY LEAVES INSIDE MY HOUSE AS OUTSIDE.
I WOULD NOT LOOK STRANGELY AT PEOPLE WHO THINK HAVING ONE DOG TIES THEM DOWN TOO MUCH.
I'D LOOK FORWARD TO SPRING AND THE MELTING OF SNOW INSTEAD OF DREADING THE MUD SEASON.
I WOULD NOT HAVE TO ANSWER THE QUESTION: WHY DO YOU HAVE SO MANY DOGS/ANIMALS? FROM PEOPLE WHO WILL NEVER HAVE THE JOY IN THEIR LIVES OF KNOWING THEY ARE LOVED UNCONDITIONALLY BY SOMETHING AS CLOSE TO AN ANGEL AS THEY WILL EVER GET.
HOW EMPTY MY LIFE WOULD BE.
PHOTO OF THE DAY
Lizzie seems to like her new bed
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