My paternal grandmother dismissed Daylight Savings Time as a stupid idea, saying the fantasy of making the day longer was “like tying to make a blanket longer by cutting a foot off one end and sewing it to the other.

My farmer stepfather said that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get his cows to adapt to the process. They expected to be fed under Standard Time, not DST.

DST used to be called “Summer Time.” Now it starts in winter (last weekend) and extends into late fall.

Went to a breakfast Sunday. Some arrived late. Forgot to set their clocks forward.

Amy and I spent a good part of Sunday resetting clocks on microwaves, coffee pots, etc. The computers changed over automatically. So did my solar-and-kinetic powered Citizen SkyHawk watch that syncs its time every morning at 2 a.m. by contacting the WWV Atomic Clock. I’m not sure how it works but when I got up Sunday morning, it showed the new time.

Too bad our grandfather clock doesn’t have the same function.

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