I know that Daylight Savings Time was implemented many years ago and for a reason. I, however, happen to be of the belief that one shouldn’t mess with Mother Nature. Remember those old “It’s not nice to fool Mother Nature” commercials?
Sadly, it doesn’t annoy me for altruistic reasons such as standing up for Mother Nature. No, no; it messes with my system and adds to my list of things I have to do.
When it was started during World War I, people didn’t have clocks in almost every gadget in their houses. Heck, they didn’t have many gadgets at all. Today, we have coffee makers that we can set to have coffee ready when we get up. No stove made in the last century is without a clock; same for microwaves. We have clocks on our DVRs, alarm clocks in every bedroom, and so on.
One year, I decided I wasn’t going to set my clocks back. I’d just leave everything as it was, and trust that I’d remember to add the hour. Suffice it to say, I forgot often; but nowhere was it more apparent than the Monday following the switch.
I was supposed to attend a fairly important function, but when I rolled over in the morning and looked at the clock, I thought I had plenty of time. I hit the snooze alarm and happily dozed on. After hitting the delay button five times, or, 45 minutes later, it hit me - I’d forgotten that the clock was wrong.
You know, few things wake you up faster than realizing you’re going to be late. In my life, there are only two other things that woke me up with such amazing certitude. A cold shower and the day I was stumbling out to get the paper before I had any caffeine in my system. I accidentally used my face to disrupt a large spider web.
Okay, walking into a spider web has to be the number one waker upper.
The problem is that when it’s daylight savings time, I sometimes forget a clock or five. When you have more timepieces in your house than glassware, it’s an easy thing to do. Many times, I have no idea what time it actually is. Thankfully, we have satellite TV, so when I get confused, I can always check that. Unfortunately, I usually can’t find the remote.
I’m also not a morning person. Giving me more daylight hours in the evening means I stay up longer than I should. That translates to me not wanting to get up until the crack of noon. Thankfully, I work from home and folks never need to know. Whoops; until now, that is.
But the worse part about changing the time is that I have no clue how to change the clock in my car. For most of the 24 years that I’ve been married to Matt, we never owned a car that was made in the current decade. When we finally got a brand new one, the gadgets on it might as well have been the controls on the space shuttle. I was rapidly befuddled (I wrote about it two years ago; you can find the links to the article below).
Since I can’t figure out how to change the clock, I drive around half the year with the wrong time. As before, this results in much confusion. And yes, I know there’s a manual, but I don’t care enough to go through the hundreds of pages to find the solution. I just use my wrist watch; and hope that I remembered to change it.
The good news is that most computers and other gadgets in our homes automatically change during daylight savings time. The bad news is that I’m not sure which ones do.
So if you ever need to know what time it is, it’s best not to ask me. You’ve only got a 50/50 shot at getting the right answer.
Here are the links to the article that was originally titled, “I’m too stoopid for my car." Her editors took pity on Lucy and changed the name to “Adventures with my Car,” Part One and Two. And sadly, every word of the story is true.
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