Gratitude Sunday: That Silly Clock Game Again

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.

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Sunday Haiku
Fog shrouds earth, trees jump
out from behind misty sheets
of water vapor.

Sunday Musings
And here we are again, one of my twice yearly pet peeves: Daylight Saving Time. Yes, I know I’ve ranted before. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty.

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But really. It’s just simply the silliest clock game ever. There is no energy “savings”. There is profit to certain concerns such as television, entertainment, and sports industries. Follow the money. We must demand an end to this health hazard. The increase in productivity alone would be worth it.

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The autumn change has the small saving grace of getting back that “extra” hour. Remember, there is no “extra” hour; no matter how you play with the clock there is still only 8,760 hours in a year. Change may be the only constant but this arbitrary forced twice yearly change is one we can do without.

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I don’t seem to get an hour’s more work done on Autumn Daylight Saving Time change day. I might get an hour’s more sleep if I’m lucky. I’m not a slave to the clock at home. I clean or write when I feel like it which can be daytime or nighttime. I turn on the heat or the air conditioner when I am cold or hot. And I’ve heard the theory people feel better when they clean on a regular schedule, which totally makes cognitive sense to me, but this body does not cooperate, having unruly and puny days, so we do what we can when we can.

If I didn’t know better I’d think Daylight Saving Time was some kind of evil national thought-controlling Twilight Zone sort of experiment. “Let’s see how long we can get away with this before they crack.” “They will lose their minds from all this messing with their biology. Then we’ll be able to tell them anything and they’ll believe it.” “If we mess up their biology enough they won’t even care if they have jobs or homes.” I could go on but we are way too deep into an imaginary conspiracy theory and it’s making me uncomfortable.

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Every year new studies emerge that do not support the need for Daylight Saving Time. There are petitions out there to sign as well. Beware, many of the petition sites are trying to sell you a letter for 3 dollars per letter. If you can’t write the same letter yourself and mail it for less than three dollars per letter, then there truly is something wrong with our society.

Maybe Americans have forgotten a really cool word in the dictionary. This interesting word is “enterprise”, which means to put forth effort toward something difficult or requiring boldness or energy.

We are cultured now to depend on getting a job for our income. We “go” to work. We are told what to do at our place of work. My mom used to say what’s wrong these days is people sell their time to others and don’t work for themselves. She maintained American families would be better off if they had a home business as well as the outside job. She lived what she spoke; she made all kinds of textile, quilt, and garden crafts and sold them at different events. She also gave away as much as she sold. No, it didn’t make her a millionaire, but it put a little more money in her pocket and it made other people happy.

It isn’t easy working for yourself, just as it isn’t always easy to take care of yourself. It requires discipline, time, effort, salesmanship, accounting skills; essentially you are the proverbial one-man (family) band. Even multi-generational families sometimes have a hard time making a home business flow smoothly despite all the heads and hands and bodies. During the founding of American society people were enterprising every day just to survive.

Then throw in this silly clock game on top of it all. It can be too much for the biological body and the chemical brain. You can prepare yourself and fool the clock that’s being fooled. Check this site for some practical tips on thwarting negative health effects from the clock game time change.

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That “extra” hour today? I could be enterprising and work toward eliminating Daylight Saving Time. I could be enterprising and work toward my own home business. I could be enterprising and locate at-home free-lance jobs. I could go to our new Winter Farmer’s Market event and get some ideas. I could spend another hour cleaning. I could take a nap. Or I could do none of these or more than one of these and still have plenty of time in my day. Any day. No need for one “extra” hour and a maddening clock game.

Color Watch – colorful attractions in my neighborhoods this week – a burning bush, Latin-wise know as euonymus alatus, a mouthful to say, so much easier to call burning bush, such a lovely shade of red with tiny orange non-edible berries in the fall;DSCN6847 and here it is in the spring a luxurious green with tiny creamy white fairy star flowers;DSCN3928 some pretty red potted blossoms;DSCN6834 and lovely autumn colors at my community’s new indoor Winter Farmer’s Market.DSCN6877DSCN6906DSCN6876

Currently ReadingImagine: Living in a Socialist USA (2014, political science) by Frances Goldin, Debby Smith, and Michael Steven Smith; Water Workouts: A Guide to Fitness, Training, and Performance in the Water (1997, exercise science) by Steve Tarpinian; The Tapping Solution: A Revolutionary System for Stress-Free Living (2014, psychology) by Nick Ortner; The Narcissism Epidemic: Living in the Age of Entitlement (2009, psychology) by Jean M Twenge and W Keith Campbell. Yes, concurrently.

This week I have been grateful for:

  • The son, who is working on getting his driving license, asking my advice on voting and asking me to drive with him down to drop his ballot in the ballot box.
  • The son making his own decisions after asking my advice. Our opinions differ. Vive la différence!
  • Feeling I maybe got part of the parenting job right when the son makes his own decisions even though they differ with mine.
  • The lovely soft gray color of fog. The feel of fog on my skin, tiny water vapor caresses.
  • Frog song.
  • Feeling like I’m making a small bit of progress with lessening the pain in my back. Which means thanks to my physical therapist for teaching me the right exercises for self-care.
  • My local aquatic center where I take my physical movement.
  • My community’s new Winter Farmer’s Market.
  • Fresh food from the Winter Farmer’s Market.
  • The right to vote. Sometimes feeling like it counts.
  • Having a built in dishwasher; remembering the days of the portable and having to time kitchen tasks around when the dishwasher was hooked to the faucet. Having a dishwasher and the luxurious use of electricity and hot running water to do work I could do by hand.
  • Getting some small corners of the house cleaned.
  • The whole day ahead of me.
  • Water.

Hoping you have a lovely week.

Namaste. Peace. Blessings.

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Floral ribbon border by Laurel Burch

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