Tommie Time

I am so glad I don’t spring forward and fall back every year. It makes life so much simpler to stay on one time year ’round. People complain about the days being too long. Then they turn around and complain about their being too short. Since I don’t mess with my clocks, they are all 23 hours, 56 minutes and 4.1 seconds. That’s depending on which site you choose when you google it. Anyway, if you spring forward, one day is 22 hours, 56 minutes and 4.1 seconds. Falling back will give you one that’s 25 hours, 56 minutes and 4.1 seconds. It can get confusing so I opt for as little confusion as possible.

Today is my sister’s birthday. I’d scheduled a card to go to her so she got it this morning. Our other sister’s birthday is Thursday. I was fixing an ecard to go to her then and had to go back to correct something. When I clicked on “send”, it sent then. She’s already gotten hers.

My cousin made it over here with the weed-eater before I’d taken my shower. I cleansed my body and got dressed. When I went outside, she was finishing up the mowing. Her glasses were covered with clippings.

She carried off a lot of boxes and three bags of trash I had ready to go. I gathered up some more stuff and took it out. The living room looks bigger without Twinkle’s collection of boxes. I left her favorite.

I mentioned to her (my cousin, not Twinkle) that I needed to borrow her hedge clippers or pruning shears or something to get rid of a lot of the overgrowth that was making me feel like I was in a jungle. She grabbed the pruning shears and came over. Making short work of a lot of the stuff that was threatening to smother me, she did more work in an hour than I could have done in a week.

Grabbing the poison vine, she pulled it from the house while I was protesting that it would make her break out. She says she isn’t allergic. I hope she’s right.

DD called and we talked for right at an hour. I hadn’t really heard from her since she moved. That had turned out to be quite an adventure. She was to get the key to her apartment on Sunday so she asked the movers not to come until the following day. Someone at the moving company dropped the ball because the movers showed up at 8:30 Sunday morning. She still had the rest of the packing to do and she wouldn’t get the key until almost noon. Hustling around, she was able to get everything done and the move is now history.

Her Internet is iffy and her cell phone gets a signal now and then. It’s surprising she doesn’t have better service. She thinks it has something to do with the terrain but Seattle should have coverage everywhere.

Along about 7 p.m., I looked out. Behind the house, it looked as though it was almost dark. The shadows were getting long in front and this is the neighbor’s yard. There was a cardinal in one of the trees but it flew just as I was ready to take the picture.

Late Afternoon

The second set of templates is done (I think) and I uploaded them. Since the mobile Bible Gateway is all but gone, the editor wanted the links to point to the default and a specific version. The HTML expert has done the former but not the latter. As for me and my house, I’d rather pick my own version but that’s me. I’m just waiting to see how it plays out.

Twinkle has about eaten me out of house and home already today. I opened a can of food last night and gave her a dab to go with what was left of another can. She’s down to half the new can and will probably have that gone by morning. With her winter coat gone, I expected her to look skinnier than she does. Maybe she is gaining weight.

4 Responses to Tommie Time

  1. Mary Jane July 7, 2014 at 11:09 am #

    And you think not changing the clocks is easier than changing them would be? I remember when we would stay on standard time at camp during the summer and that it was confusing when someone ventured into the “real” world. My husband’s grandfather did what you are doing and was always either an hour early or an hour late. Nice that you can deal with it.

    • Tommie July 7, 2014 at 11:22 am #

      Absolutely! And the “real” world is out of kilter because of being jerked around twice a year. Or is the “real” world the one where time isn’t manipulated?

      I have a long history of dealing with two time zones. Living in one, working/going to church in the other. When I was a SAHM, the Sons went to school in a different time zone. Now that I’m on “rocking chair pay”, I can leave the clocks be.

  2. Mary Jane July 7, 2014 at 7:18 pm #

    I’m sure juggling between 2 time zones for so many years has made it more feasible for you than it would be for me.

    • Tommie July 7, 2014 at 7:28 pm #

      You’re probably right.

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