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Fall, Daylight Savings, and Exhaustion


Oh man, it’s Monday and time for a blog entry again, isn’t it?  I’ve been a bit out of it, and Daylight Savings doesn’t help…

Last week I presided over a huge extravaganza of events at my work.  2 days of a cadre of complex stuff.  It all was terribly exhausting, but went well.  I also got to work from the President’s kitchen on Thursday.  That was definitely the highlight of my time at Scripps so far.  Her house is BEAUTIFUL, and we used it as home base for our event guests since we’re between presidents and no one is actually living there right now.  It’s an understatement to say that it was lovely. Catering had left fresh flowers everywhere.

In the middle of that crazy was the Chapman Pumpkin Carving Contest.  Brian’s department had won for 3 years in a row, but everyone was SO BUSY this year.  They usually get planning about a month before everything happens.  This year they had a few days.  On the nights I wasn’t working late, Brian and I stayed up and made Memorial Hall (where the President’s Office is located) out of poster board so a mini-DeLorean could time travel onto the campus and they could pass out “Save Memorial Hall” pamphlets.  They defended their title, so they’ve now been winners for 4 years running.  I’m officially married to an award winning fellow, several times over.

Prizes were Harry and David pears… Brian brought me 2 of them as a thanks for mini-buildings.  I do not know why those pears are the best things in the entire universe, but they are.  I ate the second one for breakfast this morning.

I am now smack in the middle of NaNoWriMo.  It’s going well – so far, I’m ahead.  Crazy, right?  I’m never ahead.  I think the fact that the book is all in Epistolary form is helping me.  It’s easy to write several billion letters.  And if I need to cut out half those letters in the future, it’s also easy to do.  I’ll tell you right now, though… I’ve been doing one Scrivener chapter for each letter and my sidebar looks NUTS, it’s so full.

That’s about all from the realm of Caseyville.  I have not had nearly enough cuddle time with the kitten lately.  The weather is finally cooling off a bit here, though.  I have optimistically bought firewood. I’m determined to have a fall, whether the California drought lets me or not…

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Daylight Savings


I hate daylight savings with a passion.  I’m always tired that week, and the different light messes with my sensibilities.  It feels like I’ve been gypped out of a whole hour.  If we could just dispense with it, I would be a much happier camper. There is the inevitable changing of ALL THE CLOCKS in the house.  And we have plenty, because I think they’re decorative and neat.  I have to make sure that Brian hasn’t already turned them.  And then I have to remember that all of them exist.  Sometimes the one in my office and the one on the fireplace mantle don’t get changed for weeks.  But despite the fact that an hour of my life was sucked away, I still like this time of year the best.

The lighter days mean that I have more time to enjoy home.  Instead of pulling my car into the driveway of a dark house with only the porch light a beacon of yellow in the darkness, I get to march to my door in the daylight.  I can enjoy the little white flowers on my neighbor’s plum tree.  I can marvel at how much the grape vine has grown in the time I was away (seriously, it’s like inches every day.  The dime-sized leaves of last week are now closer to the size of the bottom of a water glass).  I can inspect the multiplying buds on the rose bushes.  We have pink roses in addition to the red ones, I found out. It’s amazing what a little rose food and weeding will do for them.

There was a bluebird in the yard this morning that I wouldn’t have seen if it had been an hour earlier.  He was surveying the weedy field that is currently my backyard.  He would twitch his head this way and that and swoop down into a thicket of green, his blue wings wide, decorated with racing stripes of gray and white.  He’d flit back to the fence, and munch on whatever it was he had pulled from the ground.  Then he’d do it again.

And then lighter days always meant summer was coming.  Summer was concerts in the park with a picnic on Mondays, fireworks and Sousa on the 4th of July, dollhouses in the dining room, swimming lessons, lazy days spent reading and doing nothing else, our vacation to Maine.  As an adult, I get the abbreviated version sometimes.  Tantalizing bits and pieces.  It still feels good.

When I was a kid, I never wore a watch.  I don’t know why, exactly.  I owned a watch, I just never wore one.  It never seemed to matter during the school year.  I was a slave to the school bell, or I could consult the classroom clock, or there was one in my mother’s car.  But during the summer, when I was out on my bicycle or frolicking at the park, I learned to tell time by the sun.  I was hardly ever more than 15 minutes off.  I can’t make it work in the dark days of winter. When the world is light, I have some semblance of the time again.  I’m usually closer to 30 minutes off these days.  Use it or lose it, I suppose.

So, Daylight Savings.  Blessing or curse?  I don’t really know.  I hate losing that hour, and adjusting to new times, and twirling clock nobs.  But I feel like the time change gives me back to myself.

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Garden Time

It’s been daylight savings time now for 17 hours and already I feel the sun baked vigor of summer creeping into my bones.  I planted a garden last week, quickly wiping the backyard of the air of death stagnating in the corners, left over from that cat corpse I found about a month ago.  It was strange and wonderful to me how quickly my backyard was transformed.  A couple of hours hard manual labor, a few tomato plants, and my backyard is no longer the city of weeds.  It’s a real backyard, where you want to have a party and barbecue, spend the afternoon sunning yourself, or spend another afternoon digging in the dirt. 

I have garden plans.  I’m putting a flower garden in the back corner of the yard, and I’m filling it with all sorts of amazing and beautiful plants.  Don’t ask me what those plants are yet, but it’s getting done and it will be spectacular.  I have decided.  My main problem right now is that it’s a shady spot that gets literally NO sun during the day, and I don’t like many shade plants.  There aren’t many shade plants to like, for that matter. 

I thought I had the black thumb of death, as far as plants are concerned.  Every living chlorophyll creature I’ve taken care of to date has died a crisp death of brownness in a rock-hard (yet attractive) pot.  I think I’m the only human being on earth who has ever killed a cactus.  His prickliness died a soggy death of over watering- overcompensation, perhaps, for my previous attempts at keeping things alive.  It may be a sign of my increased maturity that I can be responsible enough to water plants nearly every day, because I’ve had a beautiful pot of pansies since Valentine’s Day, and they are growing and thriving like no other plants I’ve ever owned.  Lovely.  Who knew I had it in me?

It’s nice to know this side of me is still there.  I used to love helping my mother out in the garden when my sister and I were youthful girls still living as a family with a parent or two, as the case may be.  Then I was only ephemerally responsible.  I could plant and dig to my heart’s desire and not have to keep anything alive.  That was someone else’s job.  I love it still, and my biggest disappointment is going out into the yard each day and seeing no visible changes since the day before.  When I really sit and think, things have grown a lot over time, it’s just hard to notice when you’re out there every day.  

If you need me I’ll be out in the sun, sweaty and mud flecked with a trowel in my hand.  Hopefully the plants will thrive for a little longer, and my black thumb of death will turn at least a vague shade of green.  We’ll see!

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