FLAT CIRCLES

Weird, even the government shutdown can’t stop Daylight Saving Time.

And while I’m not a fan of DST, I can’t remember which part I like less: Spring Ahead or Fall Back…

Now it’s over until next March, and then through it again.

But if we’re going to do it in ’26, we need to ease into it – maybe spring ahead 10 minutes per Sunday for 6 weeks, dealing the psychological trauma out in small doses.

Or the country springing ahead regionally, the east first, the midwest a week later and then the west. Maybe trying different timing, one 30 minutes ahead, another 45, the 3^rd 60. Or California, late July, 1995.

Perhaps alternating SA/FB by weekend, the pain of losing an hour undone the next week, back and forth throughout the summer.

Or do what Indiana and Phoenix do – just don’t do it.

My mother’s explanation of DST’s origin: Woodrow Wilson choosing ‘dare’ at a drunken League of Nations party.

Admitting it now, my parents loved DST, a family celebration following SA and FB. Apparently, the Brits denying the Irish the ‘privilege of an extra hour’, so they were grateful to the government for the free time! Fists shaking angrily when they took it back…

Oddly, why Indiana never went on DST – because Michigan thought of it first.

Many theorize time is a continuum, or a ‘flat circle’, which means it repeats itself, I guess. Or ‘flat circle’ may refer to re-googling ‘interesting’ facts – How many Americans have tattoos? – multiple times, until you finally remember it’s 80 million, or 32%.

But I haven’t had the time to think about time, because my time’s been spent thinking about the ‘minor medical issue’ cited in last week’s timely post – not mine – but confused a few readers. I’m fine.

Or at least I was until this morning’s walk, when I walked into a tree, gashing my head.

Dealing with the Beaver Moon, which has the high tides ridiculously high, climbing through a tree to avoid the water, looking down at a large stump and not up – wham, on my back, phone flying.

Or perhaps I was looking at the giant Bucc-ee’s logo projected on the moon, in recognition of their sponsorship of the lunar phenomenon.

A thing now – corporations lining up to sponsor weather events. Unfortunately, not much action on hurricanes or winter freezes. But King Tides attracting a lot of interest, both for and against, it apparently the most autocratic weather movement.

Oddly, El Nino the hottest sponsorship opportunity, since only 13% of Americans speak Spanish, less than half with a tattoo.

El Nino ‘translating’ to “Tiny Little Fish”, so the Gorton’s Fisherman a renewed cultural icon.

But walking into trees now apparently my thing, a weird repeat from a few months ago: Walking to the beach, looking ahead checking on grandkids, not paying full attention, walking into a tree branch – wham, on my back, phone flying.

The sad story redeemed by 3 year old Hugh holding my hand the following day so “I wouldn’t hit my head again”.  

Though the gashes a sympathy opportunity, telling friends my prostate was removed through my forehead, thus curing my cancer.

Oddly, the wound forming a map of the AT…

But all colorful time slogans aside, “Who has the time to worry about time?”.

And what’s really worth worrying about, anyway?

It all leads you to the same worry place: Don’t worry about the small stuff, and it’s all small stuff.

But there are some things to worry about, as I’ve recently relearned: Pay attention when you’re walking under a tree.

Your head will thank you for it…

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