By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer

Daylight Saving Time started today. At 2 a.m., to be exact. Were you awake?

Me neither.

I remember once asking my mother about Daylight Wasting Time. Of course she thought it was cute. But my elementary-school brain figured the opposite of saving had to be wasting. Kind of like the opposite of day or night, up and down, in and out, and so on.

Personally, I don’t like the time change from saving to wasting or whatever you call it and back again. Ranchers and farmers don’t need it. The deer in my yard don’t need it. My sleep schedule doesn’t need it.

I want to stand on top of something tall and yell, “Leave us alone! Stop trying to regulate our lives!”

Trains had a whole lot to do with regulation. For some reason, people in the 1800s wanted to know when their train would depart and arrive, so the railroads had to synchronize watches, clocks, and schedules.

I get it.

What I don’t get is Wikipedia’s explanation of the 1918-instituted Daylight Saving Time:

Daylight saving time in the United States is the practice of setting the clock forward by one hour when there is longer daylight during day …

Wait, what? When there is longer daylight during day? When else would there be daylight? That doesn’t even make sense.

Most of us have heard the wisdom of the Indian/Native American/Indigenous fellow credited with saying,

“Only the government would believe
that you could cut a foot off the top of a blanket,
sew it to the bottom, and have a longer blanket.”

I’m with him.

So I’m tugging my blanket up around my shoulders and staying put until I see the sky blush through my window. That’s when I’ll rise to greet the day.

~

I wait for the Lord, my soul waits; and in His word do I hope.
My soul waits for the Lord more than those who watch for the morning…
Psalm 130:5, 6 

“Sleep well?” Helen said without turning. Either she had the hearing of an owl or Ella possessed the grace of an elephant. No doubt the latter.

“Yes, thank you.” Only a partial fib. The hours Ella did sleep had refreshed her enough to lie awake this morning waiting for daylight to reveal what scurrying creatures she’d shared the room with. Dousing a longing for strong Irish tea, she took a mug from the cupboard and filled it with rich, unburnt coffee. The aroma soothed her before the brew reached her lips. ~A Change of Scenery

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