Daylight Savings Time ALREADY

This whole entry started because RantWoman feels so virtuous to have managed to have properly reset all her visual chronometers. Shockingly, RantWoman also ought to be better oriented as to calendar since she finally found her wall hooks and got the other supersize calendar hung but that level of time orientation is another topic.

The clock radio with the giant numbers was easy: It has buttons that RantWoman can usually trial and error until the clock is the right time and any unintended changes in the alarm time have been corrected. RantWoman could of course also label her buttons in Braille, but that just has not happened. RantWoman does not look at that clock much anyway. In fact RantWoman never got around to setting it back in the fall and despite Snowzilla setting in for days and days in December we are all very grateful there was never even enough of a power flicker to force RantWoman to reset her clock.

Of course the radio alarm kicked on an hour earlier than RantWoman intended and sleep influenced by public radio is another whole zone, to which RantWoman is surprised to find herself peculiarly inured.

RantWoman's other visual chronometer is her cellphone. RantWoman bought her phone in connection with a family cellplan comedy worthy of its own adventure. Merely finding the menu item to update the automated time is another gosh dang high adventure for RantWoman, but ta-da, now 'tis done!


RantWoman forced herself to go to bed at a respectable hour last night in order to get something approaching adequate sleep in spite of the impending TIME CHANGE. This actually would have been a good idea in any case: RantWoman still has not learned how not to try to get more done in a day than is humanly possible. Paradoxically a lot less is humanly possible if RantWoman is underslept, and gosh dang if it isn't already time to lose even more sleep and SPRING FORWARD.

RantWoman supposes she will be glad in a couple weeks that we have already sprung forward because otherwise dawn would be clawing enthusiastically at her window at 4 a.m. RantWoman supposes this though the time change officially marks the time it is darned appropriate to stop being giddy that the days have lengthened beyond the thud of darkness at 4:30 pm in December. RantWoman is glad of that, but the whole push of time puts RantWoman in mind of badly-needed spring cleaning and RantWoman's acute shortage of fairy godmothers to get that done.

Time change notwithstanding, Snowzilla appears to have dusted RantWoman's back yard lightly with snow. RantWoman wishes the analogy with powdered sugar on donuts were appropriate. RantWoman could really enjoy blowing it away in big fluffy puffs, but in Seattle snow is nearly always just barely frozen. Any thought of powdered sugary puffs floating gently into the great beyond is rapidly blown away in soggy slop splashing in every direction.



Even worse, what RantWoman defines as barely heavy frost may still be more then enough to kink the timetables for the local chariot service. RantWoman has a Sunday destination that requires the bus to go over one kind of scary steep hill. RantWoman thinks the hill would not be so scary in snow if a person drove it in snow fairly often. However, the legions of local bus chauffeurs don't on average have any more snow driving experience than anyone else in Seattle. RantWoman always, always, always feels obliged to root for her bus chauffeurs to succeed but she would not mind if she did not have to root so frequently on that particular hill.

Seeing what Snowzilla has wrought in the back yard, figures she better check the bus status. Egad. Newspaper website says the county has a new news blog. Entry there says what RantWoman would predict: ice in possibly some unpredictable changes out in the hinterlands. RantWoman checked the Adverse Weather link on the bus website. No indications of concern. Rats. RantWoman may have to think of some other excuse...