“Beginning in 2007, most of the United States begins Daylight Saving Time at 2:00 a.m. on the second Sunday in March . . ” This year that is March 11.
The clocks are about to change. I heard a bird yesteday. Soon it will be spring. I hope I get to see it. The tulips are my favorite.
My life has started speeding up. Gee, like it hasn’t been fast all along. Projects are reaching their launch. Big events are happening. SOBcon is one week. My son graduates from college the next. How can time go by faster than it already has?
Spring forward one hour — one hour less. I don’t need less. More might be useful.
Daylight Savings Time. Who is saving mine? I only know who is spending it. That would be me.
Sometimes, without thinking, I spend and save time simultaneously.
We’re on the porch in Massachusetts. My husband is fixing my glasses. My son smiled, Ã¢â¬ÅSo, you finally found a use for him.Ã¢â¬Â
We’re in the living room in Illinois. I wrote a poem for a kindergarten lesson. Ã¢â¬ÅYou think youÃ¢â¬â¢re five, but youÃ¢â¬â¢re only four-thirty,Ã¢â¬Â joked my husband.
I hear my father saying, Ã¢â¬ÅIf you sleep on the floor, you’ll never have to worry about falling out of bed.Ã¢â¬Â
My my older, older brother called on our 23rd wedding anniversary. Ã¢â¬ÅTell your husband I said he chose wisely.Ã¢â¬Â
When I was small, time was huge, unending, constantly thrusting me forward. But that’s not time, no, not really. Time’s not a moving, unbending force upon me.
Time is a paradox of meaningful or meaningless moments. We can lose track of it We can waste it or wait for our time to be over.
If we’re lucky we find that time is the one thing we can spend by living and save in memories..
Spring back and breathe.
I donÃ¢â¬â¢t need to save time, or find time or make more time in my life.
I need to spend more time that I can save as memories.