Daylight Savings Time Ramblings

If you live in the United States, don't forget to set the clocks back and hour at 2 am. The nice thing about this is that you can screw up really badly at 1 am, then go back in time one hour and do it over. Sort of like Groundhog Day but not really, since it is only an hour not a full day, and the people who were affected by the screw up are going to remember that you screwed up. So unless you can also erase memories or no one witnesses the screw up, maybe one should not think of Daylight Savings Time as an opportunity to screw up and go back in time to fix it.

When I was growing up, my mom always wished that Daylight Savings Time would come after Halloween so that it wouldn't get dark so early and kids would have more time to Trick or Treat when it is light. She finally got her wish, although about 25 years too late to affect her children. Oh well. She's a civic-minded person sometimes, so I'm sure she is happy for my friends who have kids and all the others out there who benefit from the change.

I did not go Trick or Treating this year, but I wore my dirndl to two Halloween events. The tailoring helped me breathe, although the tailor made it way too big on top, which pisses me off. (I forgot to mention that when I picked up the dirndl from the shop on Tuesday, I noticed that someone had dropped off a new suit jacket with a $1,299 price tag. That's when I realized how out of place the dirndl was in the shop, and I laughed and laughed.) At one party, I ate chocolate with bacon bits in it. Surprisingly delicious - smoky and salty perfectly offset by sweet. At the other, I ate more chocolate and my friend from school told me my fortune, then one of her friends cast a one-word spell that involved lighting a piece of paper on fire in her palm. It would have been great if the tailor made the waistline a little too big as opposed to the bust. Harumph.