Just as things began to lighten up, it hit. You crawled into bed on a Saturday night. After flipping and flopping to find just the right spot, your flannel-clad posterior settled at last, and you breathed a sigh of relief. Until, that is, you remembered that it was time to follow the conventional wisdom chirped by the far-too-perky to “spring forward.”
Well, rats. And grr. It’s daylight-saving time.
I was grumpy when the folks in Indy passed it. And I was a little out of sorts when Mr. Schrock passed up his chance. There he was, attending a news conference where the legislator who’d pushed the bill was speaking.
“Listen,” I said. “All you have to do is say, ‘Hey! There’s a Democrat.’ And when he turns his head to look, that’s when you get ‘im.”
“If I go to prison,” he said, peering at me meaningfully, “you’re on your own with the boys.”
“Oh. Uh, good choice, hon. Way to resist. Now, can you put those guys to bed?”
It’s true. Losing an hour puts a hitch in my giddy-up. Meanwhile, we’re either driving through snow flurries or swimming through mud puddles. And dreaming, always, of spring.
As Martin Luther King Jr., said, “I have a dream.” Well, me, too. And I’m starting with spring.
I’m dreaming of a day when I don’t have to bundle up like Sir Edmund Hillary on Mount Everest’s peak to get the mail. With my dreamer’s eye, I see green, green grass; hear songbirds trilling cheerful tunes, notes all falling like petals to the ground. I hear the roar of a great, orange mower — hey, wait. Wrong dream.
Anyway, visions of flowers and birds and sunshine are nice, but so is the one in which the roads are finally clear. This whole thing about having to creep everywhere has worn a little thin. It means that it takes twice as long to get to certain places of commerce (you know, like local coffee shops). Which further means that certain people aren’t caffeinated as quickly and could (I said “could”) turn cranky. This can put a wrinkle in a Cranky One’s unmentionables until he or she becomes caffeinated. Then the sun returns, and the birds start singing again.