Raise your hand if you ever felt victimized by daylight savings time. Look, look, my hand is going up!
The first week of the big time change is most annoying if you have children who can’t tell time or a spouse who just does not like change. These special and particular persons just refuse the demographics of the altered and modified changes in our time tables. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I detest this modification to my schedule, but I am one of the normally reasonable people who realizes I have no other possible choice of action so I do my best to adjust my body and mind to the change.
Once when Benjamin Franklin was a diplomat in Paris, he just “off the cuff” said, “If people would rise an hour earlier, it would economize candle usage and the people would make money.” The people liked the idea and turned their clocks forward an hour.
The idea was first made for the farmers. However, in fact, the farmers have been one of the main groups to oppose this idea. The factors that influence a farmer’s morning, such as morning dew and the cows ready to give milk, are ultimately dictated by the sun. So, the extra hour doesn’t help. I know from living here on the Circle S Farms that we have to wait for the dew to dry before baling hay or cutting grasslands so the earlier hour hinders us.
DST was adopted during World War 1 with the Standard Time Act of 1918 in an effort to conserve fuel and energy needed for the war. As the idea reached the United States and even years later, not every state adopted this concept. As a matter of fact, Arizona and Hawaii still don’t recognize this idea.
I am a person of creature habits. We eat breakfast at 7 a.m., lunch at 12 p.m., and supper at 5:30 or 6 p.m., every day without fail. We rise with the sun, usually about 6:30 a.m., and go to bed (we are old) about 8 p.m. We take our medicines on time, same time. We go to work at 8 a.m. every day. We watch the news, same time every day, same television shows, same time. We are not persons of change. Therefore, daylight saving time is of the Devil variety as far as our lives are concerned.
Our little Emmie Jo is 3 years old, and if she rises early, Mama may have to have a nap or go to bed early. Emmie can’t tell time, so look out chaos for the next several weeks of time adjustment.
It seems as if I only get used to one steady and stable time and then it flips forward or backward and I have to beg my body to adjust to a new normal and my body is too old to readjust too many more times. And you might know this extra hour I had with spring forward, I was going to use to start my gym routine to get myself in shape and now I have once again been delayed in this endeavor. Oh well, since it will be dark at my “planned” gym time, guess I’ll just watch a little television or read my new mystery book and eat a few snacks.
I love easy desserts and I love to bake, and this one is so good for fall and so simple.
PUMPKIN SPICE CAKE
1 box of spice cake mix
1 large can of plain pumpkin puree
1 cup of chopped pecans
1 cup of raisins
Mix all ingredients (it will be really thick, but that's OK) and pour into an 8x8 inch baking pan, greased really well, and bake for 40 minutes at 350 degrees.
It is a really moist cake.
