Dakota is extremely upset this morning. We moved our work table into the garage and have a small one in it's place. Wanda calls this a 'side table' and there's no room for the lamp she (Dakota not Wanda) likes to sit under. Dakota is upset and I'm out of sync. I'm wearing new glasses and the computer screen is in a different position. As I type I'm alternating between the upper and lower bi-focal lens and sliding the chair in and out to find my comfort spot. All this and the time change. It's almost more than I can handle.
My biological clock is off. So is Dakota's and Steve's and Casper's and the birds outside too. I don't care what this clock says, it's an hour earlier. The extra hour of sunlight helps conserve energy they say. Arizona doesn't do it, neither does Hawaii or American Samoa, Guam, or Puerto Rico. Northern Marianas and the Virgin Islands don't change their clocks either. So, why do we do it twice a year?
Statistics to support the time change include a reduction in traffic accidents and crime rates. "People travel to and from school and work and complete errands during the daylight rather than night, when more crime occurs," according to the U.S. Department of Transportation.
We conserve energy have fewer accidents and impede crime, all good things. Now consider this. It's only one hour but the time shift and stress caused by the time changes can be bad for the body. A 2008 article in the New England Journal of Medicine reported the number of heart attacks jump during the period immediately following time changes, and those vulnerable to sleep deprivation should be extra careful.
"These transitions can disrupt chronobiologic (fancy word) rhythms and influence the duration and quality of sleep, and the effect lasts for several days after the shift."
Changing the clocks is not healthy and it can be very difficult. A person could pack up and move to Arizona or Hawaii or even the Northern Marianas, wherever they are. But it would be a lot easier if daylight savings time didn't happen. We change the clocks twice a year. Make it permanent, leave us alone already. Getting through the day is tough enough. I don't need to think about eating lunch at noon, when it's really eleven, or is it?
How exciting is this? We are getting a brand new kitchen faucet, with a spray thingy today. Actually it will be installed today, I hope. We bought the faucet three weeks ago. The older I get the fewer handyman things I'll do around the house. If the job requires climbing I call our grandson. If the job requires heavy lifting I call our grandson. If the job requires laying on your back working upside down, I call our grandson. Or, I call a professional. Saving a few dollars is not worth the aggravation and suffering.
I learned this a long time ago. No matter the job, anything that goes wrong is Wanda's fault. A few years ago I installed a new garbage disposal and put the wires in backwards, Wanda's fault. When I was putting up book shelves I put a large hole in the wall, Wanda's fault. I was painting the back bedroom and spilled paint, yep...Wanda's fault. And it doesn't matter, even if she's not home, it's Wanda's fault. By the way, when I, or we, are working on a project, she pays absolutely no attention to me.
I'm not only bad at home renovations and repairs, I'm bad at scheduling too. I just called to confirm the time, it's tomorrow between 9 and 11 a.m.
It's been a while since I've posted She said He heard. I can't get on track this morning so I'll do that now. My grandparents often called me a "vilde kyaha" which is Yiddish for "wild animal." Wanda thinks Yiddish is a rather harsh language and I agree. Unless a person has grown up around it the ky sound or cha, like a cat hocking up a fur ball, is very hard to master. Phonetically vild kayha is vil-d high-ya.
At lunch on Saturday Jennifer was talking about a new exercise class.
She said, "The class focus is yoga and palates."
He heard, The class is filled with vilde kayhas.
Wanda and I talking about a glaze and how to use it.
She said, "Brush on the salmon."
He heard, Russian is salmon.
A few random entries.
She said, "Need a shade?"
He heard, Need a shove?
She said, "Tony Harmon"
He heard, Tony the Barman.
She said, "If I sit here much longer I'm going to pinch my butt."
He heard, If I sit here much longer I'm going to miss my bus.
She said, "It smells like a duck?"
He heard, Our contract is up?
When discussing potential home improvements.
She said, "I need to get a map of the kitchen."
He heard, I need to get a mathematician.
She said, "I'm going low on the deposit."
He heard, I'm going into the closet.
About returning recycle items.
She said, "Should we take back the toxic stuff?"
He heard, Should we take back the tops of stuff?
Wanda telling me what someone said about her baking.
She said, "We want to lick the pan for you."
He heard, We want to look at pants for you.
About planting in the backyard.
She said, "Spread some sweet pea seeds around."
He heard, Spread some DDT on the ground.
This is why I try to carry a notebook.
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