If you recall, I recently listed some links that brighten up my days.
Today I just have to re-link to bluebird of bitterness.
If anything describes 2020, it's her post today!
It's the day after US voting day, with final results still to be determined, and I know that many people around the world are biting their nails in solidarity with our American friends.
So I thought a diversion - even a small one - might be welcome.
Last Saturday it was that time of the year - the time when we set our clocks back an hour so that we can finally catch up on the hour of sleep we lost last spring when we set them ahead.
Hold that thought for a minute.
It's been awhile since I've mentioned my mom, but you may remember that she is ninety years old now and having increasing problems with her memory.
Hold that thought, too.
My mom has resisted getting a flu shot for many years now. She always says she should get one, but when I offer to take her she backs out. But this year, with covid-19 on the go, she finally agreed to let me make an appointment for her and even agreed to let me drive her there.
Now we have three thoughts lined up. Here's how they connect.
On Monday, I called my mom a few hours prior to her appointment, to remind her of the scheduled time. I also asked if she had managed to get her clocks turned back on the weekend.
No, she said. Did the time change?
Yes, I said. Yes it did. What time is on your clock right now, Mom?
It's ... let's see ... um ... it's one o'clock ... she said.
Okay then, I said (reading our kitchen clock); your clocks are still on the old time, Mom. It's actually 12 noon right now. So I'll pick you up in an hour and a half for your appointment, and if you want help setting any of your clocks I can do that too.
After a few more repetitions of what time it was and when I'd be picking her up, we ended our call.
Her flu shot went very smoothly, and I took her home and set all her clocks by my watch. Feeling like I had done my good deed for the day, I said good-bye and drove off to do some errands.
... And realized, to my horror, that I hadn't actually changed my watch to the proper time. (I don't wear it around the house, and I hadn't gone out since the time change.)
I did my errands while I contemplated the nature of memory, and good intentions, and bad follow-through, and then I returned to my mom's house where I had to admit my stupidity and set all her clocks - which she had originally set to the proper time and I had "fixed" - to the correct time.
Talk about humble pie. I was stuffed with it. Whew. Couldn't manage another bite. Because it's not all that tasty.
The only good thing is that she won't remember it by the next time I talk to her.
But I will.
We now return you to your regular programming. Good luck with those election results, America.
In case you're still not ready for that, here are some animals in sweaters. Enjoy.