What if Emily had had a TV?

Day Light Savings Time... What are we saving exactly?

Am I becoming a conspiracy theorist? Perhaps that question speaks for itself...

Anyway, it's about daylight savings time.  Its origins are a bit murky and seem almost casual. As I age unclear reasons for government mandated events stir me into feeling like the powers that be are messing with our equilibrium once again to keep us from paying attention to their foolishness and thievery. 

A bit of history.  Though Benjamin Franklin noted that hitting the hay early and hopping out of it early was the ticket to a healthy and prosperous life, his times were not big on schedules.  Not like the big-business-money-corporations of the 19th century such as trains, along with British bureaucracy and the industrial revolution (which one day just might appear on grammar school time lines as the biggest blackest mark of human kind ever) spread black coal dust around the world and laid to waste bucolic lassitude with serious requirements for schedules!

Oddly though, the actual inventor who proposed DST was a shift working New Zealander amateur entomologist who wanted more time to collect bugs after work. About that same time a powerful builder in England tired of his golf game being interrupted by dusk and his fellow Londoner's wasting beautiful summer days by lying in started to lobby parliament.  Though that builder didn't see DST adapted within his lifetime by 1916 it was becoming a reality in Europe. The first true adapters were Germany as they waged war and needed to save on coal consumption. Many neutral countries in Europe followed suit, with Russia doing so a year later. By 1918 the US had adapted DST seeking also to conserve on coal usage. Similar to today's roiling momentum of the "Snuggie" phenomenon, one thing led to another.

My entire life I blamed the farmers thinking DST was to help out crop production but as it turns out it's harmful to that and it was actually a lovely little bug collector from down under whose idea was adapted by European super powers to facilitate world domination. 

Apparently today in our ever so modern times there are less traffic fatalities during DST but probably most importantly retail sales and sporting events benefit hugely from the lengthened after work hours of day light.

So there you have, our circadian rhythms are disrupted twice a year for the sake of shopping.  Maybe those kids on "The Hills" do understand life way better then me.

Flashback

Is anyone else feeling like it's 1973 again?  Maybe it's just cause I'm turning that corner around 50 and some long stored neuro something has slipped out of hiding in a crease in my cerebelum and is now floating freely around my brain, coloring all my current perceptions.

Think about it- a crapped out economy, wars, blatent adulteration of the constitution for self benefit, greenishness, and even the nakedness is back in a very public way except instead of streaking, people are staying still.

My Granpa Kink was right... everything goes in cycles.

... but will I be thanking me in the months to come?

This holiday season I took full advantage of, as never before, the "Free Gift Message" option for online purchases.  I used this feature with special attention and exceptional flourish on my gifts to me (and I out did my self-giving this year, and though I'll be paying for it until this time next year I truly appreciate my/your thoughtfullness.) 

My favorite was that on my purchase/gift of a long coveted faux shearling, dark chocolate brown, coat from L.L.Bean. Affordable as it came on markdown, I applied the three ten dollar certificates I'd racked up buying other gifts and such satisfying savings without which I would not have permitted myself to purchase the yummy outer garment.  That personal note to me was heartfelt and read like this "Me, You Are The Best! Warmest Regards, Me".

I can't wait to get my gift from me and hoping it is as delicious as I've anticipated over these past few austere years.

La Reunion (French title to provide the flair this deserves TIC)

I hadn't seen him in twenty-five years and he disdainfully noted to me, "You look like everybody else." Thought of all kinds of come backs, later. At the time I just mumbled something and walked away.  Thought he'd been a good friend but once he said that, I knew I'd only been a reflector for him trying to catch a glimpse of himself. He had no idea how hard I'd worked at normal.

Hiatus

So to all my nonexistent readers, I may or may not be writing at this blog during the month of November.  I'm contesting in the NaMoWriMo and expect to be worded out each day in my pursuit of completing my 50k novel.  But who knows, perhaps I'll be inspired to write even more.

I love 

That I live in a place 

By the sea