It’s Time to Do it Again!
I hope when I’ve finished “venting” this’ll turn out to be a happy blog, but no promises.
When I set out each morning to write my blog for the day, my main goal is to be lighthearted and joyful and to fill my screen with words that uplift and hopefully bring positive joy and inspiration to those of you who have graciously given me your email. I can’t do that today! I’m sorry in advance. I guess once in a while a guy just has to let negative thoughts eke out.
First off, I feel just like a cow in a herd of Holsteins who’s been thoughtlessly following the herd. At least in my scenario, I’m an American cow with rights guaranteed to me by the Constitution. I’d almost rather be cow, because if I were, I wouldn’t have to pay any attention to the issue I’m going to write about… Daylight Savings Time (DST).
I should really love DST because if it weren’t for it, my sister and I would not have written Sidetracked Home Executives: from pigpen to paradise. We were stuck in a motel in eastern Washington, because we missed our flight due to the time change. Flights went our every three days, so we were held hostage in a very creative way. Knowing us, we would never have been focused enough to start writing that book. It would have been an eternal down-the-road project, but in that three days, we wrote three chapters and as they say, “the rest is history.”
Back to DST. You won’t believe why we have it! In case you don’t know, it was originally for the cows—well the cow’s farmers. But that’s nuts, because cows don’t care what time it is, so the farmers have to get up as usual, and then they’re supposed to stay up later because that’s what the clock says!
A poll conducted by the U.S. Department of Transportation indicated that Americans liked Daylight Saving Time because, "there is more light in the evenings and we can do more in the evenings." I beg your pardon Americans, if you ask me, there’s just as much to do in the morning as there is in the evening.
I think DST is for the birds — night owls. I guess if you’re one of those foul you love national permission to sleep in and stay up later.
But if you’re an early bird, it just means you have to go to bed when it’s light out if you want to get your proper sleep.
So here I sit, knowing when I’m through with this blog I need to collect all the manuals for the five clocks in my life; bathroom, stove, microwave, office and car, so I can remember how to change each of them on Sunday. Then on Saturday night, I’ll “spring forward” with every cow on the continent and spend the next week adjusting to what it really means to my daily life.
So, if you feel like a cow like me, get your cowbell on Bossy, and let’s lead our herds into spring! Now that sounds kind of fun! The sun is just coming up here and it’s going to be a blue sky day in Woodland, Washington. I think I’ll put on my bell and get out of here!
I hope you share this blog with some poor cow who needs a nudge into spring.
Pam's husband Terry here. Don't worry about her little "rant" about DST. She'll be better after we have our morning coffee. To apologize for her attitude, here is a picture I took just at sunrise a few days ago. I hope you enjoy it. If you would like a higher quality version just tell Pam at firstname.lastname@example.org