Timezones in the Land of Jo

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In our house, we celebrate the end of daylight savings time today: Monday, November 3rd. We recognize the fall-back tradition a day later than the rest of the country.

Why’s that?

Because an extra hour of slumber, before rousting kids, feeding horses and starting work, should be put to good use. It should be appreciated and relished. Not wasted on a Sunday.

Shesh.

We’ve been doing this for years — waiting ’til Monday to set the clocks back an hour. Of course, living in our own timezone isn’t easy. Cell phones automatically recognize the end of daylight savings on Sunday at 2 am, as do TVs and computers.

And my tradition creates complications, namely scheduling confusion, with events that occur on Sunday. Living an hour ahead leads to conversations like these: 

“So we’re due at the party at 2 o’clock,” Martin will say. “Wait, is that 2 your time, or 2 o’clock normal peoples’ time?”

“It’s at 2 o’clock normal time, so 3 o’clock our time,” I’ll say. “So we need to leave at 1:30 — well, actually 2:30 our time. Cause the party’s at 3 pm our time, 2 pm everyone else’s time.”

Got that?

It’s much simpler on those Sundays when we sit on the couch and watch football all day.

Despite the hassle, it’s worth it. On Monday morning we cash in that extra hour of sleep and awake well-rested, with that feeling like we’ve slept in.

Frankly, I think I’m on to something; more people should practice this.

Martin, if you’re reading this, add it to my “If I were president” list. To date, my presidential directives include:

  • Requiring restaurants to offer half-sized portions of any entree on the menu;
  • Build parks and clubs that offer equestrian facilities and softball diamonds (nothing else); and
  • Allow parents to consume alcoholic beverages at PTA events and other dull school functions.

So, to my list please add, “The end of daylight savings will occur on Monday.”

That is all. Carry on.