It was a way of talking about daylight savings time that I’d never heard before. Not long after I sat down on the bus one afternoon last week, I realized I was sitting in the middle of a conversation. A woman was talking to a man she knew about how her grandson often woke her up from her morning sleep. She said, “Don’t know what I’m gonna do when the time go up.” Have you ever heard that expression?
Even though I hadn’t heard that phrase before, I knew exactly what the woman meant. In an economy of words, she had said, “When the time changes on Sunday and we move our clocks forward an hour, the fact that my grandson wakes me up so early is going to be even more of a problem.” I think she had the affects of the time change backwards. However, in an instant, in the time it took for words to be spoken, at the speed of sound, I learned a new phrase that perfectly described what happens when daylight savings time kicks in.
Daylight savings time disrupts my life. It messes with my routine, and every year I have to spend way more time than I want to admit trying to anticipate what will happen. Will it be lighter, or darker when I wake up? Will the cats wake me up wanting to be fed or be surprised because they think I’m feeding them early? “When the time go up” I get confused.
I love this time of year, so that isn’t the issue. I enjoy the longer days, and even though springing forward makes them even longer, we would have more sunlight in the evenings anyway. I look forward to the warmer weather. I love the new green of the world.
When I woke up this morning, my first thought was, “No way! It can’t be time to get up.” My second thought was, “Whose stupid idea was it to mess with the time?” An image of congress popped into my mind. I woke up angry at congressmen.
There’s nothing to do about it though, is there? My only consolation is to remember that the time will go down in the Fall.