Thirty days hath September, April, June, and November… all the rest have thirty-one, except February. But there are not a mere three lengths to our set of months. There are five different month lengths. How so? Daylight savings time. This year March was cheated out of an hour, and November gets an extra hour. For more detail see: https://www.timeanddate.com/time/dst/history.html
Does this really matter? Perhaps it matters less than the number of COVID cases occurring in rural Wisconsin at the moment, but many things matter less than that. Are your utility bills due once a month? How about loan payments or rent? February stands apart as the example of what a month’s length can do to your personal finances, but the other little differences in a month’s length can matter in tiny ways as well.
Most of us have a story about forgetting the time change and showing up an hour early (or an hour late) to some Sunday morning appointment. For those living near the edge of a time zone the difference of an hour for appointments is a regular issue – not something relegated to the Spring ahead and Fall back meme. Arizona (outside of the Navajo Nation in the northeast of the state) doesn’t do daylight savings time. Arizona observes Mountain Standard Time all year long. At the western edge of Arizona, the time zone changes to Pacific. California does do daylight savings time. If you live near the Arizona/California border it can be a challenge to keep track of appointments.
We now find ourselves perched just ahead of a time change – mere hours away as I post this. And in just a few days those of us here in the US will also hold an election. And these two matters bring to mind a song by Bob Dylan… The Times They Are A-Changin’
Come gather ’round, people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You’ll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth savin’
And you better start swimmin’ or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who that it’s namin’
For the loser now will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin’Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There’s battle outside and its ragin’
It’ll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin’Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin’
Please get out of the new one if you can’t lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin’The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin’
And the first one now will later be last
For the times they are a-changin’
My cell phone will change, all by itself
But the clock on the stove will need changin’
The fine folks at WordPress seem to think they’ve created a better editor. Trying to keep the classic editor in play has really mucked up their software. I may be making a switch…
Tonight’s full moon, through the maple tree out back… thus the bent side
I added the moon photo to see if I could even get it done. Stupid software…
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