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| Saving Time in a Bottle -- 04/08/03 |
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We went to Daylight Savings Time this past weekend. If you live in the U.S. you did also (unless you live in one of those areas that ignores the time change). And yes, I have been hearing Jim Croce singing in my head for the past few days
I always welcome the change to daylight savings -- it means that summer is coming and it means the fall of night is pushed back. That isn't to say that I don't appreciate summer nights -- ah, soft warm summer nights, black velvet summer nights -- it's just that after winter gloom and darkness, waking up in darkness and having darkness descend again before you leave work, early evening daylight is greatly appreciated. And today we get twelve hours and fifty-seven minutes of daylight -- or, rather, we would if it weren't a very cloudy day... but at least the wintery precipitation mix has moved on... we had snow starting in early afternoon yesterday, mixed at various times with sleet, rain, freezing rain and back to snow... maybe three or four inches total accumulation here, probably twice that further inland.
If I could save time in a bottle... When you have kids you become extremely aware of time passing because they grow so quickly, infant to toddler to elementary school to teenager to college... This is one of those years when I am especially aware of this because my youngest is about to graduate from high school... and my oldest is going to become a father (which, I am told, will make me a grandfather!) I sometimes check visitor statistics -- even though they aren't all that accurate (but you can't beat the price) -- and I assume that most people on my notify list click on the email link to the latest entry and thus rarely hit the index page -- however, it's interesting to see the referrer statistics, to see where visitors were coming from. Sometimes they are coming from an older entry... Early this morning somebody hit my home page after visiting my entry for January 22, 1997. That was not a major entry... just commenting on the oldies radio station I'd been listening to on my way home from work, playing the songs from the top of the chart for that date in 1959... I'd been a high school sophomore, fifteen years old, just about three months short of turning sixteen. And when you've been writing an online journal for enough years, older entries really do come from the past... I was reading that entry when the passage of time really hit me. I had written:
Fourteen! 14? Yes, 14. Two times seven. "My 14-year-old daughter..." is going to celebrate her 21st birthday in less than five weeks! The Romans said Tempus fugit.
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