Everyone groans over changing their clocks. You’ve heard them all. I instead decided I had no trouble with it at all. It didn’t confuse me or distract me. Just a little change in the darkness at dinner time. “We can expect it to be dark during dinner now.” “Yes, winter is here.”
So I didn’t get upset at first when, on Sunday the 5th my friend, Mollie, was late. She’d said she’d be here at 11ish. It grew to be 12 noon and I called her. No answer. I left a message. I worried that something might have happened to her.
She arrived about 12:20. I could see that she didn’t understand my concern over her lateness but I said nothing.
It was past noontime and I was getting hungry. I hinted and she agreed we could go out to eat then. We got in the car, arrived at Hanks and found it closed. On a Sunday?! No–we were early. It was 11:45 and it opened at noon.
I finally got a clue–I hadn’t changed my kitchen clock to Fall Back. I’d had the wrong time all along. I was embarrassed and apologized for nagging her. She said I had looked at her with disapproving, nasty eyes.
And so I’ve decided I’m a person who has a lot of trouble with Daylight Savings Time. Next March I must be aware of the traps I can fall into and keep myself humble in the company of my friends, particularly Mollie.