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Saving Time in a Bottle -- 04/08/03

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
If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day
Till eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you
Jim Croce 1943-1973
Words and Music by Jim Croce
Copyright 1975 Jim Croce, Atlantic Records

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.

An April morning in New England...

Yes, our snowy driveway again...
[you've also seen pictures from the same vantage point on March 6th and March 7th]

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:
My 14-year-old daughter recently commented that she could just picture herself and her friends with their children someday listening to an oldies rock station playing Nirvanna and Pearl Jam. And I just said, yes, it will happen.

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.

And Andrew Marvell wrote... But at my back I always hear
Time's winged chariot hurrying near;

And Jim Croce sang... If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I'd save every day like a treasure and then
Again I would spend them with you



Time flies like an arrow...
Fruit flies like a banana.


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