It’s Time to Set Your Clocks Ahead Again

By | March 7, 2019
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Cloudeight Essay It’s Time to Set Your Clocks Ahead Again

Well. here it is again. The weekend of the time change.

Just last year I learned that calling daylight saving time, “Daylight Savings Time”, with an S, is horribly stupid and incorrect. They say it makes me look like an idiot to everyone who knows better; it’s correctly called daylight saving time. So, for decades, I’ve been considered stupid for calling it daylight savings time. Who cares? Obviously,I do, since I wrote this.

Here we are on the cusp of daylight saving time and once again I’ve been educated by those who know. Yes indeed. I just learned that it’s not Daylight Saving Time, it’s daylight saving time – no uppercase letters. At least that’s what the Associated Press stylebook says.

Who in the this world ever consults the Associated Press stylebook anymore? You wouldn’t really do that, would you? It costs over $20 just to get the online edition. And yes, by now, after all the surly critiques of my writing I’ve received over the years, I’m quite sure many of you reading this would be glad to send me a free online subscription to the AP stylebook. If you’re so inclined please do – but don’t expect me to change my style.

Look here:

“Daylight Savings Time is a misspelling, but more common than the correct term. Setting our clocks 1 hour forward in the spring is often referred to as “Daylight Savings Time” even though “Daylight Saving Time” is the correct spelling…”

[From https://www.timeanddate.com/time/dst/daylight-savings-time.html ]

But you see, you really can’t believe anyone about anything anymore, because that article is wrong. And how do I know it’s wrong? Well, because the aforementioned AP stylebook says it’s correctly spelled “daylight saving time”. And if you’re self-centered and confident enough to think you set the style for all writers, then I guess you better be right.

But me? I’m not puffed up – at least not with knowledge – maybe with Reese’s Peanut Cups and beer, but certainly not vain or overly confident.  One thing I am though and that’s tired of being corrected, I tells ya. So, not wanting to look like an idiot or a fool any more than I usually do, I’ve called this piece “It’s Time to Set Your Clocks Ahead” – the uppercase being correct because… well, because I said so. Note how I cleverly left out any references to Daylight Saving Time or daylight saving time or Daylight Savings Time.

I’m on a roll and it’s my stylebook that counts here!

And if you’re thinking I’m going to remind you to set your clocks ahead an hour, I’m not – at least that’s not the thrust of this essay. I’m sure some will argue that. No ma’am, no sir, no need to remind you to set your clocks ahead on Saturday night before you go to bed.  Why? Because every newspaper, every newscast – left-wing, right-wing, far left, far right – will (for once) all come together and agree on one thing: You need to be reminded to set your clocks ahead one hour before you go to bed or slither off in the dark of the night on Saturday. It’s funny that the far left, the far right, the center, the left and the right all agree on one thing – they all need to remind you one million times to set your clocks ahead one hour on Saturday night .

As for me, I once rued the day when we set the clocks ahead an hour. I used to be one who loved to skulk around furtively in the dark of the night; to me daylight saving time was anathema. I used to enjoy taking walks in the dead and dreary dark of night, peering through windows and seeing everyone snug in their homes watching “The Bachelor”. It was comforting in a way and frightening in another.

I once traipsed through nearby neighborhoods in brand-spankin’-new Cat’s Pause® walking shoes. OK, so they’re expensive and hard to find – but everyone deserves to splurge a little… even if you’re broke. I don’t receive any commission, discounts, or tokens from the Cats Pause® company for mentioning their magnificent walking shoes in this timely essay.

No puns intended.

But I do so urge you to splurge before your dirge.Buy some Cats Pause® walking shoes live a little bit. Put some spring in your step.

And I do believe in spluging before you go off dirging. I know that sounds morose, morbid and melancholy, but it’s true.Time is certainly not a metaphor. What better reminder of our fragility and evanescence than the banal hourglass metaphor; each one of us has an hourglass with our name on it – and the sand in each of our hourglasses is running out and faster than we think. Don’t let that worry you – not many of us know exactly much sand we have left.

Don’t be angry with me – it’s a fact of life. When that last grain of sand slides down the little glass tube, it’s lights out and you’ll never get another chance to splurge on this earth. At least I don’t think. So there’s no time like the present. I implore you to splurge before your dirge.

I digress. Daylight saving time was once a sad time for me – no more long nights of darkness; no more nightly walks slinking through murky, dusky silent streets alone with my thoughts. My eyeballs focused on the flicker of life from windows of homes filled with people who had no idea I was skulkin down the sidewalks of their quiet neighborhood. My Cats Pause® walking shoes are made for silent skulking.

But now I’m older and maybe wiser – or more tired and I no longer need all that darkness anymore. Back when I used to enjoy those stealthy walks through the cloaking black veil of night, I used to be able to stay awake past 10:00 PM. Back in the day, I had time to enjoy good books and good movies before turning in for the night. So, I used to love the dark and gloom and the shadows and all the twitching things borne on the black wings of night.

But not so much anymore.

In the fall and winter, when we are on Standard Time (I don’t have a AP style book, is that uppercase?), I can hardly stay awake past 9:00 o’clock. In the winter it gets dark around here between 4:45 and 5:15 PM. That means by the time the clock strikes nine, the night has shrouded the world in its sad, melancholy darkness for a four full hours.

If I start to read a book- no matter how exciting or good it is, inevitably it plummets from my hand to the floor, jolting me awake startling me with its ominous crash to the floor. I can manage only 2 or 3 pages each evening before sleep grabs my aging eyeballs and closes them. At my winter reading rate it takes me 4 months to read a 350-page novel. So a book I start in November, I don’t finish until March. But by then, I can’t remember what it’s about.

And in March, we set the clocks ahead for daylight saving time.

And movies? Let me tell you about movies. No matter how good the movie, I end up falling asleep before it’s even half over. I fall asleep in my old-man’s recliner with my neck crooked at an disturbing odd angle – at least according to those who’ve witnessed it. I snore unaware of the world around me, mouth gaping and the TV remote clutched in my hand. I don’t sleep very long before I wake up with a start and a sore neck, and fingers so stiff I have to pry them off the TV remote.

So, yes, now I do look forward to Daylight Saving Time (or as the AP says  – daylight saving time) here in in the years prior to my coming – but hopefully not impending – dirge.

And don’t give me the hooey about losing an hour’s sleep. I lose more than an hour’s sleep every night getting up and going to the bathroom. I lose way more than an hour’s sleep rolling around on the bed trying to find a position where my aging carcass feels comfortable enough to go to sleep. So, don’t you ever tell me you don’t like daylight saving time because robs you of one hour’s worth of sleep every YEAR!

And don’t you find those who remind you that you’re going to make up the hour of sleep you lose here in spring when we switch back to standard time in November rather dull? What are they smoking? Here in my neck of the woods, it’s nearly eight months between the beginning of daylight saving time and the ending of daylight saving time. That’s about 225 days. Now, do you really think that 225 nights from now, you’re going to put on your PJs, crawl into bed, yawn, and say to yourself — or anyone nearby — “Gosh, I’m so glad I’m going to get back that hour of sleep that daylight saving time stole from me last March.”

I honestly don’t think so, and you don’t really think so either. Yet you’re going to hear people moaning and complaining about losing an hour of sleep when daylight saving time begins until your poor ears fall off. You’re going to hear why they think daylight saving time is a terrible idea. You’re going to hear people tell you that you are going to have that stolen hour eat away at you until you can get it back next autumn.

Seriously?

I like daylight savings time because I can stay up past 9:00 PM – heck I can go out and mow the grass at 9:00 PM if I want to. I can sit outside and drink beer and read a book. During daylight saving time, I can read a 350-page novel in three or four nights. I can stay awake until 11:00 PM or so, just like the younger folks do. That means I can mow the lawn, read a book, drink a beer and watch a movie — all in the same evening! So, what’s not to like about Daylight Saving Time? Or daylight saving time?

OK so I have to walk in the light. Big deal! My new Cat’s Pause® walking shoes are bright red – and I don’t mind stylin’ around in the daylight wearing them. They’re pretty cool! People stop me and say, “Man, I love your shoes!” “They’re Cats Pause® I say – you can’t get shoes like these at Target!”

And though I walk in the daylight after daylight saving time begins, no one younger than 50 notices me anyway – I’m invisible. And that’s a good thing, because I don’t have to comb what’s left of my hair or even wipe the spaghetti sauce off my mouth. And, if it’s windy I just wear a hat, no matter how hot it is. The few long tufts of hair I do have all fit nicely under my tight-fitting knit stocking hat. I even have one to match my Cats Pause® shoes.

And remember, it’s daylight saving time, no uppercase letters and no “s” in saving. Daylight saving time starts on Sunday. But don’t wait until Sunday to set your clocks ahead. Do it before you go to bed on Saturday or before you twist off into the dark cold night.

And think of this: Someday soon, people won’t have a clue what it means to “set” your clocks ahead one hour – or set them back an hour. Clocks that have to be “set” will be soon be as outdated as the rotary dial telephone. Have you ever shown a youngster a rotary dial telephone? They don’t have a clue what to do with it.

Anyway, if you live in most of the USA – but not those of you who live in Hawaii or Arizona please do set your clocks ahead one hour on Saturday night before you go to bed or skulk off to your favorite watering hole.

And don’t let me hear you say “daylight savings time”.

And definitely don’t let me hear a peep from you about losing an hour of sleep.

4 thoughts on “It’s Time to Set Your Clocks Ahead Again

  1. Muriel Schlecht

    Only you, TC, could fill a page commenting about daylight saving time. I’m surprised you didn’t include something about forgetting to change your clock and being an hour early or late for something. Fess up! I know you have.
    Personally, I bought an alarm clock years ago with one of those new-fangled gadgets inside that automatically changed the time by one hour “forget what you call it). I remember being all excited about it back then. Well, it’s still my favorite alarm clock ’cause I can read the numbers in the dark..AND..without needing to find my glasses. The only problem is they changed the dates on when daylight savings time would begin/end. I know I could get a new clock with an updated whatchamacallit inside, but I’m not going to. Well, my favorite alarm clock now automatically changes the time 2-3 weeks earlier and 2-3 weeks later than it should. Every time I refer to that clock during those weeks, I have to remember that it’s wrong. My solution is to find my glasses and refer to the cable box for the correct time. Another thing….if I need to set my alarm clock during those weeks, I have to go through horrible mental math gymnastics before I can climb into bed….not a good time to be doing that exercise.

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  2. D.

    I love this time change coming up. It will take me a little while to get used to sleep wise but I’m still ready. Bring on Spring!

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  3. Fay Burnett

    Just my opinion … Words (spoken or written) allow us to effectively communicate with each other. I know that the misuse of some words destroys the effectiveness of the communication. However, using daylight saving(s) time, daylight-saving(s) time, or Daylight Saving(s) Time, does not in any way alter the effectiveness of the communication. I know that daylight savings time is popular in both the United States and Canada. It will, given enough time, become the accepted spelling. Also, even the grammar police will have to admit that using it as a title permits capitalization – Daylight Saving(s) Time.

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  4. Rose Cantalini

    In the past have you ever just left the clock in your car alone? It is possible to add or subtract one hour from what is in front of your eyes because you know that you looked at the clock before you went out of the door of your home, and had twenty minutes to get to your destination? Really enjoyed your article. ( Subject of sentence is understood to be me , or I) .

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