A neighbor’s kid explained Daylight Savings Time to me this way: “They can’t decide, and they keep changing the time.”
Now I get it. These ‘they’ are confused, and so they are determined to confuse everyone else.
I do my best to be prepared. I start a day early. I begin changing all the clocks that let me. This is a habit I have from the time in 1983 when I left my visiting father & step-mother in front of the movie theatre to see the movie Gandhi.
My father joked that he needed to see it while visiting California so that he can causally drop an ‘Oh, Gandhi, I saw that when I was in the United States,’ when one of their many friends in Israel mentions having seen something in Paris, or in Stockholm. I had seen Gandhi the movie, so I just dropped them off. It was April, and yes, it was Sunday when Daylight Savings Time began.
You can guess the rest- I was clueless, and when I came to pick them up, I was told the second showing had started an hour before. The theatre let my father & his wife stay to see what they missed when they came in for the matinee, an hour after it started.
Gandhi, for your information, is a 191 minutes. Long enough to teach me a lesson.
But my neighbor’s kid is right. Because while in 1983 the time-change took place in April and November, it now seems to get closer and closer. This year we got a measly four-months taste of standard time. Just as I was getting on top of how to manage the change in an elegant way, ‘they’ are at it. They can’t make up their mind as to when it starts or ends. A moving target.
Keep the masses confused and disoriented. From the mouth of babes.
Can you tell I’m suffering adjustment pains? Got to get some coffee.