I understand the concept of Daylight Savings time. I do. Farmers needed the extra daylight to take care of their crops and needed all the daylight they could get. But that was decades ago. Today’s farm equipment has huge lights and they can work long after the sun sets if necessary. What I don’t understand is why the U.S decided to move Daylight Savings time around. Now we turn back the clocks later in the fall and spring forward much earlier, this year before spring even starts.
The extra sunlight is great, but it sure does make it hard to sleep. Of course, that’s assuming that you were able to adjust your sleep pattern after the last change of the clocks. And you end up changing a lot more than your sleep pattern. I usually get up for work at 4:30 am. After the time change, that would be 3:30 am, so I am definitely be dragging in the morning. It will take lots of coffee. It also means that I will be getting the dog up an hour earlier than normal, so he won’t be ready to do all of his business before I leave for work as I am the last to leave. And pugs can definitely be cranky when they want to. Coming home, we will be eating at the same time, which is actually an hour earlier. If you are someone who does not like eating late because you get up early, you will understand that this can be hard to adjust to.
I am convinced that the change to daylight savings time is just a ploy by the energy companies to make more money. The longer the daylight, the hotter the day gets, which leads to higher electric bills because we want to stay cool. That means higher profit for the companies and less money in our pockets. I feel sorry for the thirteen states that are caught between two time zones, like Indiana and Kansas. While my state looks strange on a map, at least we are all in the same time zone. Hawaii doesn’t change their time as all, so we are six hours ahead of them right now and sometimes five in the fall. Totally confusing. There is a movement to do away with the changing of the clocks. I’m looking forward to that.
My husband admits that he is feeling lost without his wedding ring. It is currently at the jeweler being resized due to arthritis and an accident at work where his ring caught on a latch under his desk and pulled his finger, which caused some swelling. It took him 30 minutes using a variety of methods to get his ring off, which probably caused it to swell even more, so for the first time in close to 25 years, he is not wearing his wedding ring. And he says he feels lost without it. It is sweet of him to say so, but it happens. It doesn’t change our commitment to one another because he isn’t able to wear his ring.
But I’m starting to think that he must feel that I don’t care, or that my ring doesn’t have the same meaning to me because the first thing I do when I get home at the end of the day is take off all of my jewelry. My fingers usually swell during the night and in the morning, it is hard to get them off, so I don’t wear them when I sleep anymore. I put them on after my shower and throughout the day, I feel them getting loose, so when I get home, off they come so I don’t risk losing them. My husband has never said anything about this, but he does comment if he notices on the weekend that I haven’t put them on. He’ll say, “You aren’t wearing your rings,” and I’ll look at my hand and go “Nope, I forgot to put them on.” It doesn’t mean I’m not married or don’t want people to know I’m married. I’m at the age that I don’t care what other people think. I’m also of the age where reality is that you can’t really wear fancy rings out in public without fear that someone will try to rob you of them. It has happened and I don’t want to look like a good target.
Throughout or marriage, my engagement ring has been upgraded several times. The ring that he gave me when we got engaged is in the safe. It still takes my breath away when I see it, but I was younger and smaller back then, so it doesn’t really fit any more. I could wear it on my little finger, but a ring there has never really felt right. The next ring was for our 10th anniversary. It was bigger and similar in style to the original. For our 20th anniversary, a friend of ours who was a jeweler made a ring from a drawing I had done on a piece of paper. It is one of a kind and definitely noticeable, but for the past year, I haven’t felt safe wearing it out, so I have started wearing only my wedding band. My husband has asked if I don’t like my engagement ring and I find myself explaining that the comments people make when I am out have started to make me feel uncomfortable, so I just leave it at home.
Now that our 25th anniversary is coming up, my husband asked me if I want to get a new ring. I asked him if he wanted to get new wedding bands and he said, “Of course not. I’m not looking for a replacement ring.” And I’m not either. I just don’t need anything fancy. He still wants to get me a new ring if I don’t want to wear my engagement ring. I told him I might get a really thin band in blue sapphire and wear it with my wedding band. He then wanted to know if I didn’t like diamonds anymore. I like diamonds just fine. But I don’t need a bunch of them to feel married.
The jeweler offered to try to have his ring resized in one day, which was probably due to the fact that my husband kept saying the ring has never been off his finger. But my husband told him no, not to hurry. Monday would be fine. The jeweler now has two days to finish it.
Our family had a good laugh Sunday morning about Daylight Savings Time and turning the clocks back. The laugh came when we asked our son if he would get the ladder to reach the one clock on the wall that needed to be manually turned back. He got the ladder out, took down the clock and proceeded to change the time. It took a minute for him to realize it was the hour hand (little one) that needed to turn back, but he had to go completely around eleven times to do it. Of course, the few minutes that it took was just enough to cause him to grumble about it “wasting time” and “taking too long.” And I didn’t mention that I had also grumbled when I realized earlier that morning that I needed to set the clock on the stove and the microwave…or that it took several tries to get the times to match up 🙂
This caused us to reminisce about growing up when you needed to change every clock in the house. My son shuddered at the thought. He’s grown up in the age of the cell phones and technology that makes the change for you. He owns a watch that we bought when he was much younger. We offered to buy him a new one and he asked us why. “I have my cell phone.” He’s right. I have a lot of watches and I can’t remember the last time I wore one. I work in an office where we can have our cell phone near us, so when I want to know the time, I look at my phone.
I remember the ritual the Saturday before the clocks were to be changed. My mom would go around the house after dinner and change all the clocks either forward or back. This was because my dad wanted to know what time it was if he had to get up after 2:00 am to go to the bathroom or get a drink of water. Nope, he didn’t want to have to take the time to quickly add or subtract the hour to find the correct time. He wanted to know at a glance. It was our job as kids to go behind mom and make sure that none of the clocks were missed. Of course there was always one that wouldn’t get changed and I always wondered if it were my dad going behind us and changing it back. It was nice to think back to how it used to be in a time long past. I wonder if my son would think that he had missed out on doing this? Doubtful, but I still wonder.
And now I’m headed to the garage to set the clocks in the cars to the correct time. I guess we still have a few that don’t change on their own. But I’m sure it’s just a matter of time before they do.