Again, my suggestion. Perhaps someone will move it forward. But I doubt it.
Showing posts with label DST. Show all posts
Showing posts with label DST. Show all posts
Friday, November 3, 2017
Please Fix This Mess
Tomorrow night you need to "fall back." Yes, that nonsense arrives again. This is my twice-annually friendly reminder that you need to mess with all the clocks. Since we suffer from double daylight time (being geographically in the wrong sun-time zone) I wrote this little piece several years ago. I would not mind the DST nonsense nearly so much if we were properly situated in the scheme of temporal things.
Again, my suggestion. Perhaps someone will move it forward. But I doubt it.
Again, my suggestion. Perhaps someone will move it forward. But I doubt it.
Saturday, March 8, 2014
DST
Daylight Saving Time (United States) 2014 begins at 2:00 AM on
Sunday, March 9
which is great, because the clock on the car radio will be in agreement with convention again-- for six months. (But nevertheless, the whole concept is stupid, imo. It is particularly noxious because we live in a state that observes geographically incorrect time zone anyway, such that we are really on "daylight savings time" all the time. Except when we are on double daylight time. Check it out here.)
Signs of Spring at Chez vanilla
Besides resetting the clocks tonight.
Friday, March 7, 12;47 p.m. BBBH: "There's a robin in our yard!" Indeed there was.
1:45 - 2:30 It is 62o outside. Really. Vanilla is in the yard picking up sticks and branches that have lain on, in, and under the snow for many weeks. Well, some longer than others, for they came down over a protracted period of time. Some of the sticks had been lightened by the removal of the bark by the starving bunnies. Glad we could help feed the poor little things.
2:32 p.m. As he was walking toward the street, vanilla observed an F-250 flying down the road. It stopped at the other end of the block. Stop sign. But then. Then the driver puts the vehicle in reverse and flies back up the street, passing me at a pretty good hickory. Gets to cross street, stops. Backs into said street. To turn around? Nay, not so. To back the entire block down the street to the next street. Then he backs a block up that street, a block back toward our street, and finally puts it in "forward" and proceeds out of sight to the north. Signs of Spring everywhere, I tell ya.
Signs of Spring at Chez vanilla
Besides resetting the clocks tonight.
Friday, March 7, 12;47 p.m. BBBH: "There's a robin in our yard!" Indeed there was.
1:45 - 2:30 It is 62o outside. Really. Vanilla is in the yard picking up sticks and branches that have lain on, in, and under the snow for many weeks. Well, some longer than others, for they came down over a protracted period of time. Some of the sticks had been lightened by the removal of the bark by the starving bunnies. Glad we could help feed the poor little things.
2:32 p.m. As he was walking toward the street, vanilla observed an F-250 flying down the road. It stopped at the other end of the block. Stop sign. But then. Then the driver puts the vehicle in reverse and flies back up the street, passing me at a pretty good hickory. Gets to cross street, stops. Backs into said street. To turn around? Nay, not so. To back the entire block down the street to the next street. Then he backs a block up that street, a block back toward our street, and finally puts it in "forward" and proceeds out of sight to the north. Signs of Spring everywhere, I tell ya.
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