Step back in time

Wind chime we bought in Zihuatanejo years ago. Enjoying Sunday morn.

Mexico switched its clocks in the middle of last night. Doesn’t happen above the border till later. Has there ever been such an annoying custom that covers so much of the world that continues due to sheer inertia?

Why won’t someone say, Enough already!? Or, as we say in español, ¡Ya, basta!

Here at the Hacienda, we try to soften the blow by moving the clock only 30 minutes on Sunday and then the other half hour mañana. It helps. One of the two switches, fall and spring, feels worse than the other, but I forget which. I think it’s the spring switch.

Reeling from the change of even 30 minutes, we sat down this morning at some vague hour for biscuits, honey and coffee. Then we sat on the scarlet sofa for 30 minutes more, which is our habit every day of the week, a plus to not having real jobs.

Breakfast-recovery time. With music.

Then I put on grubby sweatpants, grabbed yard tools and sat on the rock/concrete out there pulling weeds from around the base of two little palms we were gifted years back by friends of my child bride’s in her long-ago home of Los Reyes, Michoacán.

Weed-free circle.

When you’re 76, getting down and — even more so — getting up from a rock/concrete surface can be a challenge, but it’s all part of the fun, I prefer telling myself. Yipee!

Meanwhile, the Kung Flu terror continues. I once more compared the number of people who have been infected and those who’ve died against the total population, and the results are always the same. You have a better chance of being struck by lightning or gored by a rampaging bull or kicked by a donkey in downtown Seattle.

It’s another cool, lovely day. We’ll be lunching this afternoon in a downtown hotel that serves some killer stuffed chiles. Wish you were here.

23 thoughts on “Step back in time

  1. The end of DST and the found hour that it brings the first day or so is always something to celebrate. And once every seven years, it makes my birthday last 25 hours. The beginning of DST, when those who observe are cheated out of an hour, is something that should be outlawed.

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  2. DST would be annoying enough if everyone in the world did it on the same day. But when various countries do it on different days, it becomes insufferable. Calculating times in other time zones is annoying enough, without it being nearly impossible for a few weeks a year.

    Saludos,

    Kim G
    Ajijic, Jal
    Where it seemed oddly light at 7:00 AM until I realized it was “really” 8:00.

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    1. Kim: I am a dedicated foe of DST in all its forms, and that will never change. The world functioned just fine for centuries without doing the foolishness, and it can again. And will one day before I die, I hope.

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      1. Politicians of one party (you can probably guess which) have started a movement in Oregon, Washington, and British Columbia to stay on Daylight Saving Time permanently. They have not been able to come up with a good reason to stay on Standard Time all year.

        Of course, I would ne happy to get away from the twice-annual switching. Daylight or Standard. Just stick with one and get it over with.

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  3. Stuffed chile peppers, now that sounds good, DST is one of those things that drive some people over the edge. I know people who swear when they lose an hour in the spring it affects them for a week. Several places in Canada have voted to do away with the changing of the clocks, and peace has been found.

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    1. Kirk: I am one of those people who are driven over the edge by the time change, and I do feel it noticeably for a day or two. Aside from it throwing my inner clock off, it’s just plain dumb, accomplishing nada! And that’s what I think about that.

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  4. Too bad you don’t live in the progressive state of Quintana Roo where they abolished DST a couple of years ago. Wish we’d do the same up in Canada. But right now I don’t care because we’re in Quintana Roo. I’m more tired from the flight down, which got delayed by an hour and a half because a family refused to wear masks and then were kicked off the plane despite a lot of pleading and crying. Then we had to sit on the tarmac while the ground crew retrieved all their luggage … and there was a lot of it. I just don’t get some people, actually a lot of people, I’m sad to say.

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    1. Brent: That sort of story about people being kicked off flights over the mask issue amazes me. I see them fairly often on YouTube. Are those nincompoops so clueless as not to know it’s required? Guess so. I don’t wear a mask anywhere that I don’t have to, but were I flying somewhere I would just wear it and say nothing.

      So, no time change in Quintana Roo? Did not know that. Smart state. Maybe I’ll move there.

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  5. Last May I had to make a flight back to the U.S. My wife was worried. I used the exaggerated Covid numbers to calculate that I was more likely to die in a traffic accident than the virus.

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    1. Paul: So you’re saying there is a smaller chance of a lightning strike than being killed by the Kung Flu? To quote Sleepy Joe Biden: C’mon man! The next thing you’ll claim is that Kung Flu kills more folks than bull gorings or being kicked by donkeys in downtown Seattle! And that can’t possibly be so … can it?

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  6. Here in Arizona, we don’t fiddle with our clocks, with exception of the rez, they have to go along with the feds. But then again, we usually don’t know what time it is any way.

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