The longest day of the year
Suppertime, on the longest day of the year. Forget that 24-hours-in-a-day thing; governments are even able to mess that up. Hence, 25 hours from midnight to midnight, once a year. And to keep things in balance, we’ll have a 23 hour version in a few months. After we’ve had time to adjust to our jet lag without travel.
Of course, it’s too early to eat, and too early for it to be dark outside. The price of the compromise. Although there are various levels of officials that debate the recognized inutility, nothing will happen until all the “planets” are aligned. Not in my lifetime. And so the various clocks in the house have been reset. Better than the last house, with too many programmable thermostats. Avoided that feature, this time around.
Enough chatter about the time. Now I have to start figuring out the logistics to a family reunion in late December. The dog. More than anything else, there’s the dog. Can’t “live” with him, can’t live without him, etc. When the time comes, he’ll get a blanket and a kibble reserve in the back seat, and we’ll head west to see how the other half lives. After the posting of a photo on social media, I realize that we have morphed into the forgotten wing of the family bird. A dodo…
Not sure how much longer I should wait before arranging for snow removal. Here, we’re on an autumn schedule, but they did have flurries where the kids are. Can’t be much longer before we’re invited to shovel our way free. Hence the shout-out to the man with the tractor. Next week?
