3/20/2013 2:00:00 PM Back Talk From The Back House
By Nancy Wilson
Spring - ho, ho, ho
Here in Maine, my beloved home state, Mommy Nature rules. It is obvious that she does what she pleases, when she pleases, no matter what the rest of us might think about it all.
She will allow spring to arrive, according to the calendars, on March 20; it is also predicted that she is sending us a snowstorm the day before, and into spring.
Some things have already been canceled, in preparation for this most recent disturbance of the most rigid routine. I am in retreat, however.
As I usually do, in the regular winter storms, I shall take a 'found day,' a day when I can stay home and blob; read a book, build a fire in the stove, do whatever tickles my fancy, or nothing, my preferable non-activity.
After all, I can't play in snow any more, so I might as well take advantage of it in the only way I can...and I shall certainly enjoy it.
It doesn't make any difference to me when it comes, although since daylight savings time has come into effect early, the day itself in which to enjoy it, is longer...if I could only stay awake.
That's another part of my problem. It takes me two or three weeks to adjust to the time changes; I do feel strongly that once we go into daylight savings time, otherwise known as Atlantic time, we should stay there year 'round, instead of having these switches mess with our minds (at least mine) twice a year.
Yes, I've set my clocks ahead the required hour, but try to tell that to my sleep mechanism. I've been sleeping until almost 10 a.m., although this morning I actually woke up a bit past 7.
Did I get up? Of course not! I stayed in bed, despite requests from Sam, until after the 8:30 news that I finally listened to. I got up, got breakfast, and came out to the North Room to get to work ... after all, that dire deadline is tomorrow, and I might want to do something else tomorrow, so I'm trying to get everything into the paper today.
But I want to go back to bed. I wanted to go back to bed when I got up, and I still want to go back to bed. It is not in my destiny, however, at the moment.
I can, however, hope that Mommy Nature will come through with her prediction, and give us enough snow that I won't have to go anywhere, or do anything, except what I really want, come official spring. And I will happily sleep some more.