Saturday, November 6, 2010

Falling Back

by Lorraine Bartlett / Lorna Barrett / L.L. Bartlett

Spring forward Ah, it's time to Fall Back once again. Doesn't that sound nice?  Fall back ... perhaps on a fluffy cloud, or into a mountain of whipped cream -- something nice and delightful.


I must admit, I'm still not happy that they moved the seasonal time change to a week later in November, and moved it up by almost a month in April.  Can't we just leave our clocks where they're supposed to be?

I don't know about you, but I think we must have 20 digital clocks lurking about the house, all in need of changing every November and April.  (Okay, the one in the guest room never got changed last spring -- hey, it's all ready for tomorrow.)  What a PITA!

My_grandfather_clock What's worse is my temperamental grandfather clock.  Springing forward is no problem,  but if I want to change the time to an hour earlier, I either have to stop it for an hour (and since my Dad the watchmaker/clock fixer has passed, we've had a hard time getting it going again if we forget to wind it), or go through the Westminster Chimes eleven times to get to where we need to be.  That gets tedious.  (By the way, My Dad made the clock for me.  Isn't it gorgeous?)

Then there are the clocks in the cars.  Gotta make sure I have a toothpick handy for those.

How many clocks will you have to change?
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