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About Time …

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According to Dictionary. com among the definitions of  standard are:  normal, accepted, definitive, and official to name a few.  I bring this up because March 14th is the beginning of Daylight Savings Time… or in my own definition…fake time 🙂  Hang in here with me as I try to explain.

I’m one of those rare people who like it when it gets dark early.  I like a long evening in the house to be cozy and comfy… not that you can’t do that when it’s light out but it seems somehow more cozy when it’s dark.   I know there are some others out there that agree with me but somehow when we mention this preference we get looks of disbelief.  I’m not saying that I don’t enjoy an evening stroll, I’m not totally a hermit… I have been known to actually be outside after supper and enjoyed it.

But… and here is where I usually lose people with my explanation of ‘real’ time versus ‘fake’ time.   OK…so in my head it goes this way… when you were born determines what YOUR real time is.  I was born in February so my ‘real’ time is Standard Time… my daughter Patty was born in June so her ‘real’ time is Daylight Savings Time.  Deb was born in November, her ‘real’ time, Standard Time.  Wait, not so fast, they changed the time change from the end of Oct to early November and so her ‘real’ time should now be Daylight Savings Time – but it isn’t because she was born before the change so she’ll always be a Standard Time person.  Talk about messing up body clocks.

Totally confused!  Me too but I needed to get this whole silly thing off my brain.  So, don’t forget to turn your clocks ahead this coming Sunday at 2 a.m. — and why is it 2 a.m. why not midnight !  Anyone know?   I’ve got such a headache now and I’m sure you do too.

As for me, I’m always…

(I know there are very good reasons for the time changes, I’m just indulging my sense of silliness with this timely post).

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Author: mvobsession

I'm married, I have two daughters and two grandchildren and they all love MV. Enjoy my MV blog and contact me if I can answer any questions. This blog started out as strictly about Martha's Vineyard but over the years I've branched out to include other obsessions and interests. I enjoy photography and like sharing my photos here as well. Hope you enjoy :)

3 thoughts on “About Time …

  1. Silly, Momma!

    (And, I’m good with any time!)

  2. Ohmigod, I knew you were my soul sister, but I am just the same! I detest the spring spring ahead time. I love when it gets dark early. To me, it means it’s time for business and no messing around. So, I will really celebrate the longest day of the year when I know time is getting back to what I consider normal and when I GET BACK my hour sleep someone stole from me. I love the sign, “On Vineyard Time.” Oh , don’t we know exactly what that means.
    Seamond

  3. I’m the Ying to your yang but I have good reason so go with it :). I’m Scottish. Not weird in itself (although my hubby might disagree), but in the UK in summer, it doesn’t get totally dark until near midnight and is light again by 4am. After 11 years living on MV, I still miss my long summer evenings. It’s like getting a whole extra day of sunshine 🙂 in winter there’s only about 6 hours of daylight there, so I always look forward to that little bit of extra sun. It cheers me up, brings out the optimist in me and now that the Vineyard is home, it allows me sit on my porch and enjoy being on Vineyard Time! We really do have our own time zone – it’s about 10 minutes later and a lot less rigid than “American” time!

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