The Accidental Benefactor

The Accidental Benefactor

Sometimes, I’m astonished by my own absent-mindedness. Last night, after working out, we went to Walmart because we were out of ice cream. (Yeah, I know. Don’t start.)

Always the misanthropic introvert, I opted for self-checkout. As my husband prepared to swipe his debit card, I astutely remembered that we had just gotten a robo-call alerting us to the fact that our daughter’s lunch money account was perilously low. (See my rant about this practice.)  (more…)

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I Fall Back Better Than I Spring Forward

I Fall Back Better Than I Spring Forward

Daylight Saving Time begins today. For much of the country, this is quite familiar with the practice of springing forward and falling back, but this is a relatively new tradition here in the Hoosier state. For generations, we in Indiana opted out of Daylight Saving. For half the year, we were in the same time zone as Ohio, our neighbors to the east. During the fall and winter months, we were the same time as Illinois to the west. Since we have extended family in both our neighboring states, it was confusing at times, but I have to admit, I kinda liked being in such a rebellious state.

Not Ready for Primetime

I grew up in Richmond, Indiana, right on the Indiana/Ohio border. My Puritan parents (not really — that’s just a nice way of saying they were super-strict) enforced an 8:00 p.m. bedtime when we were in elementary school. At some point, it was extended to 8:30, then 9:00, but for the most part, week night primetime TV wasn’t something we saw as kids. Except when Ohio sprang forward. You see, we watched Dayton, OH TV stations, so during Daylight Saving Time season, primetime started at 7:00 p.m. In the days before DVR (or even VCR’s), On-Demand programming, Hulu, or Netflix, Daylight Saving was the only way we ever saw The Cosby Show.

This may have also been the genesis of my love affair with the TV show Jeopardy. I learned at a young age that during Daylight Saving season, I could watch America’s favorite quiz show on a Dayton station at 6:30 p.m., then again on an Indianapolis station at 7:30 p.m. My parents, not hip to my caper, were amazed at my ability to run the categories.  In fact, I just had excellent recall — for an hour. I’m sure some of it stuck, though, as did the ability to cram for a test immediately before class and memorize what information I needed for the time I needed it.

If Ohio Jumped off a Cliff, Would You?

Well, in 2005, the Indiana General Assembly caved, and in and went the way of our neighbors. On April 2, 2006, for the first time, Hoosiers “sprang forward.” Personally, I didn’t have strong feelings either way — we each have the same 24 hours in a day as everyone else, no matter what time we decide it is. It made sense to me to eliminate the confusion in interstate commerce and television programming, and personally, I love having the remnants of daylight until 10:00 p.m.

On the other hand, just when I’m starting to enjoy a little sunlight on the drive to work, we spring forward into darkness again. The first time we had to “spring forward” in Indiana, I was careful to go through our house and change every clock before we went to bed that Saturday night. We had to be up early to teach Sunday School to the 2-year-olds at church the next morning. In all my resetting, however, I forgot to set the alarm and we woke up about 15 minutes before we had to be at church. Somehow, by the grace of God, we made it. Suffice it to say, however, very few families with 2-year-olds made it to the early service that morning.

When it comes down to it, we can manipulate the clock however we like, but none of us can add a single moment to our life. Perhaps we should focus more on making the most of every moment instead of bickering over time zones.

I Propose Weekend Saving Time

Imagine this — every Friday at 4:00 p.m., we spring forward one hour. Every Sunday evening at 10:00 p.m., we fall back. I think the world is ready. I know I am.

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My Favorite Part of Winter

My Favorite Part of Winter

With all the negative comments I hear about the weather, I feel compelled to share my uniquely positive spin. In spite of all the discomfort and inconvenience — even the perilous danger, there is so much beauty.

There’s the pristine beauty of the freshly fallen snow.
There’s the brilliant sparkle from the ice that coats the limb.
There’s the flash of red as the cardinal flies across the white landscape.

But, I think my favorite thing about winter is when the snow scraper is in the car & you know that when you open the car door to get the snow scraper & start your car, snow is going to blow in all over your seat. So you use your hands to brush enough snow off the door frame that you might prevent it, but when you open the door, an avalanche of snow comes from nowhere and blows right on your seat.

So, you use your gloved hands (already snow-covered & wet from the previous vain attempt to avoid this predicament) to brush the snow from the seat (and all over the front of your legs) before retrieving the scraper & starting the car — all the while getting the snow from the front of your legs all over the seat again as you lean across the seat in the process — then brushing off the rest of the car while the car heats up.

Then, when you are all done cleaning off the car, you climb into your nice, warm car….

and sit right in the puddle where the seat warmer has melted all that snow.

Yes, that’s definitely my favorite part of winter.

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