Okay, so today I am cheating. I am reposting one from February 2016. It is a lighthearted and humorous piece, a bit of rambling and mumbling from the mind, such as it is, of Filosofa. Why, you ask? Because I am tired … it is nearly 2:00 a.m., and I have slept only about 2-3 hours for the past three nights. Because I am at odds with my best friend, H, and this weights heavily on my mind and heart. Because Princess Nala (2nd oldest of the 7 feline babes in our house) is being bratty and trying to knock down my ashtray, coffee cup, magnifying glass and cigarettes. So … having learned some in the past year since this post was originally published, I have cleaned it up a bit and am posting it in lieu of original content. Forgive me, please, but I promise to do better in the second half of the day …
The clock in my bathroom is always wrong. Well, most always. It is only right for about two months out of twelve. The reason? Daylight Savings Time. Plus, the fact that the clock is hard to get down and harder yet to put back up. Being half blind, I cannot see the nail from which it hangs, so I have to do the whole process by feel, which involves dropping the clock in the sink multiple times. So I just leave it alone until the battery dies and it is always the same time, whether 8:00 or 2:00. H asks, “why do you need a clock in the bathroom at all?” Well duh … when I step into the shower, and then again out, I must know precisely what time it is! I must know if I am late for … um … for … whatever I think I must accomplish before noon on this day!
There is a song by Chicago (Chicago Transit Authority at that time), titled “Does Anybody Really Know What Time It IS”, circa 1969, the lyrics of which begin:
As I was walking down the street one day
A man came up to me and asked me what the time was that was
on my watch, yeah
And I said
Does anybody really know what time it is
Does anybody really care
If so I can’t imagine why
What, after all, is time? “Time is a reference humans have labeled an intangible cognitive idea. although the experience of time can be manipulated, time itself cannot, as it is always moving in one direction.” Time marches on, it is said. Set your clock ahead an hour, set it back an hour … the sun will still rise when it rises spring will still come when it comes. Throughout history, man has felt it necessary to not only measure time, but to attempt to control it. We can measure it in any fashion we choose, but we have absolutely no effect on time as a universal concept that existed for many millennia before humans appeared on earth.
There is another song, Time in a Bottle, circa 1972, Jim Croce:
If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I’d like to do
Is to save every day till eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you
We cannot save time, in a bottle or a juice can, a Ziploc baggie nor even a time capsule. But we surely do try to manipulate time, don’t we? So much so that throughout the years we have played a little game with time … here in the U.S., we call it daylight savings time. Every year, on the second Sunday in March, we all dutifully set our clocks ahead exactly one hour at precisely 1:00 a.m. Then on the first Sunday in November, we again dutifully set them all back exactly one hour at precisely 2:00 a.m. Okay, the reality is we may either re-set the clocks before we go to bed those Saturday nights, or set them when we awaken that Sunday. Or, if you are like me, you may set them several months later when the batteries run down and you have to take them down from the nail on the wall anyway. I believe that there is some sort of penalty for this behaviour, but Big Time Brother hasn’t yet caught up with me!
Daylight savings time has a long and perhaps interesting history that I will not be relating in this post, but you can learn everything you ever wanted to know about it and more here. All I know is that for my entire adulthood it has messed with my internal clock (which has never been all that reliable to begin with) and for 3 months after the switch in either direction I feel adrift and … sleepy.
Today I saw that a California legislator, Kansen Chu, of San Jose, California, is proposing to eliminate daylight savings time altogether. Apparently, based on the number of “yea’s” and “amen’s” in response to this proposal, I am not alone in my dislike of this manmade conveyance. I would love to see this proposed and passed in all 50 states, or at least the lower 48 … I don’t really much care what they do in Alaska … if it drives Sarah Palin nuts, all the better.
I can never remember which way to set the clocks anyway. There is some cutesy little saying that we are supposed to recite … Fall back, spring forward … or is it fall forward and spring back? I don’t know, which is why if you ever come to my home, don’t put too much faith in what any of the clocks on the walls say … they are probably wrong anyway. But then, does anybody really care what time it is?