Gratitude * Sunday
Sunday’s heartfelt tradition.
A time to slow down, to reflect, to be grateful.
A list of gratitudes, our gratefulness feeds one another.
Quoted from Taryn Wilson
Joining the Gratitude Sunday Tradition at Wooly Moss Roots.
Gray sky behind bright
daffodil cups, rain feeds earth,
sun gently flowers.
Our twice-a-year-make-you-crazy clock game occurs today. As you know it is not my favorite time of year. Every year it gets harder to re-set my internal chemical bio-electric clock to match the physical time-keepers we use. And twice a year? Double bah. Now we only have Pacific Standard time 4 months of the year, whittled from one-half to one-third of the year. If we like it so much we have to keep changing when it starts and ends during the year so we get more of it, why bother changing the clocks at all? Daylight Saving Time has turned into a global farce.
Not only does the name of the event not truly apply to what happens (we don’t save time, time – essentially the daily progression of the earth’s rotation, and the yearly progression around the sun – marches on regardless of what o’clock label we give it), the whole concept is fraught with problems. There have been many studies done to show the advantages stated about Daylight Saving Time (DST) are lies. Don’t just take my word for it. We do not save electricity, we are not more productive, we do not consume less energy, we do not get an “extra” hour of sunlight; we do not save time. IT’S A CLOCK GAME; the amount of daytime light remains the same no matter what we set the clock at. The clock game merely lets us have more light during our evening hours while we are on DST. Look at this nice chart that lays out all the disadvantages in pretty pictures and easy to understand numbers.
Two states, Arizona and Hawai’i, choose to stay sane(r, sanity being a relative concept) and do not participate in DST; this fun video shows why and gives a simple explanation of the global effects of DST. This is the first year I’ve seen legislation from other states to end this nonsensical madness. Idaho, Utah, and Florida are all considering the elimination of DST in their states. If I were given the choice, I prefer more light in the evening, so I like the hours we move the clock to during summer (DST hours). For Oregon, what’s now DST would become the true and only Pacific Standard Time forevermore never to be changed again. The legislation for Idaho, Utah, and Florida would keep the DST hours as their standard time. I don’t think the two time zone concept, like some people propose, works for the USA; we just have too many miles from coast to coast. Perhaps I’d think differently if I were a traveler.
What a waste of tax dollars! For each state to have to go through legislation and all that entails, when it could take the word of one person to end the madness. If only Obama could say (after today of course, tomorrow would be fine), “Daylight Saving Time is over. As of today we will no longer participate. The clocks will remain where they are now and not be changed twice a year. Forevermore.” Then he could whack his seven foot mahogany with gold and emerald inlay staff rapidly and resoundingly hard three times on the ground and say, “And that is the end of that story.” The event could be recorded on film and video and digitally for all posterity and it would be officially done and we could get on with better things in this world. All that tax money might be spent instead to buck up the struggling Obamacare program. (No, wait, that’s a farce too; we could channel the money into programs like Habitats for Humanity who help families get into their own homes.)
However it’s done, through legislation or presidential decree, we’d probably all be a lot healthier for making the change. Wouldn’t it be a big surprise if it turned out changing the clock twice a year disrupts the body’s chemistry and is one of the culprits behind the global trend toward body fat accumulation in the human body? Or that it is a contributing factor in the increase of violence across our planet? Or if productivity actually soared because people feel better because of a secure annual sleep pattern?
If we did get to stop the madness, we would forever “lose” the one hour we’d skip in the spring. Did you fall for that? Did we lose anything? Really? An hour of your memory or time? Maybe you lost the three seconds you took to change the clock. No, wait, that’s an experience so you didn’t lose anything at all; you gained an experience. We changed the hands or numbers on the clocks and time went on as usual.
I’ve learned to trick my little brain by changing my clocks mid-evening Saturday. I don’t watch much TV and even if I did that would not affect my choices, I’d merely be viewing the program at a later or earlier hour than advertised. Since I prefer to read or watch videos of my choice I’ve already been through an evening in the “new” time so my bio-electrical chemistry is already kick-started into the process of change before Sunday morning. This technique doesn’t solve anything it merely seems to make the change a tad smoother for me.
Please. Let’s stop the madness we call Daylight Saving Time. It would give me one less thing to be cranky about. I’d like one less. Not that I’m counting.
Color Watch – blooming attractions in my neighborhoods this week – OH! Late winter is bringing the Pacific Northwest a glorious segue to spring! I am so grateful to live in an area where we have real seasons without too hot a summer or too cold a winter. Our spring is fabulous. What is it about those sunny yellow daffodil and narcissus faces that make us feel rewarded for surviving [a long, hard/easy, mild] winter? Pale pink rhododendrons around the aquatic center I frequent: pink and purple hyacinths; mauve heathers; here’s that yard I promised last week in full bloom with yellow, white, and purple crocuses; pinkred buds of plum flowers; sprays of yellow forsythia; a group of creamy white star magnolia trees; a purple azalea. I found a pink azalea hiding behind a cedar tree; some blue/black berries clinging to bare branches, and this lovely variegated pink pendant I know not what it is. All that blooming color against emerald green mosses and greening thick grasses; and trees colored with lichens waiting for leaves to hide the gray-green branchoids. A magical yellow bed leading to a three stump tree and then the promise of next week’s blooms.
Currently Reading – The Spark; A Mother’s Story of Nurturing Genius (2013, memoir) by Kristina Barnett; Last Exit to Brooklyn (1957, queer lit) by Hubert Selby Jr. Yes, concurrently.
Winter Classic Reading Choice 2014: The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne. Spring’s coming up quick. Will I finish on time?
This week I have been grateful for:
- The refreshing fragrance of rained-on earth and foliage.
- Opening the door and getting some fresh air into the house.
- Green. Colors. Shades of gray. Being able to perceive color.
- Being a be-er rather than a go-er or do-er.
- Waking up to a new morning.
- My wit/s. What few I have.
- The Girl Scouts being a little wealthier because of me and me having a wealth of Girl Scout cookies to share.
- The interesting harmony of birdsongs and frogtune outside my door.
- Archaic words, such as twitter-light, from whence comes our current usage of the word twilight. That last bit of the day where the birds sing out their last sweet songs to gather the flock for the safety of leaf and branch (home and hearth) before darkness is complete.
- A friend who has completed her tour through cancer therapies, and is feeling better and looking real fine as well.
- The ripe pineapple on my counter scenting the entire house while awaiting the knife.
- The clouds parting for a late winter daylight hour long enough for me to capture some pictures.
Hoping you have a lovely week.
Namaste. Peace. Blessings.
Ribbon border by Laurel Burch