FALL BACK ONE HOUR! or Time Travel as Albert never saw it.

As usual we got a late start setting all the clocks back one hour.  For some reason the TV station announcements failed to impress the urgency with which this matter must be dealt.  I scrawled a note on the white board where all the doctors appointments get scribbled along with the grocery list and other sundry items. 

Husband made the appointed rounds to the analog clocks, the digital clocks.  Fortunately the computers, radios and TV's do all of that automatically.  However, the time on the telephone is still unchanged...weird.

All of which brings me to this little item.  Earlier this year all of us registered voters in Oregon agreed that daylight savings time was to be discarded. Hooray!  Hooray!  Then I promptly forgot about it.

Until yesterday evening.  The local news announced the upcoming time change on Saturday at 2 a.m.  and then added that the Oregon vote was CONTINGENT on Washington and California agreeing to do the same thing.  

Washington is on board.  However, the law in California is stuck either in the House or in Committee.  I forget which.  Well, crap, with that California is dealing with right how, FIRE, FIRE, FIRE!!!  I think maybe the daylight savings time thing will be a tad delayed.  Gah!!!

Given that southern California seems to be geographically within Mountain Standard Time that Nevada and Idaho should just jump on the bandwagon and bring in Arizona which already eschews DST in some parts of the state.  Could Montana, Wyoming, Colorado and New Mexico be far behind?

Come on all you conservatives,  here is your chance to beat the liberals on something.  Get rid of that Socialist Notion of saving time for the farmers to complete the Summer Harvest.  Or the Farm Bill or something awreddy.

Book Recommendation by Scott Simon and a dream

Last weekend on Saturday morning Scott Simon interviewed John Kenney.  He wrote a small book of poetry entitled : Love Poems (For People with Children).

Mr. Kenney read Baby Wipes.

If you had told me
in my twenties
that I would do this,
I wouldn't believe you.

But this morning,
the baby's poop
shot out like a cannonball
and some of it landed in my hair.

Well, I was pretty tired
and too lazy 
to shower.
And I was late to work.

So what I did was
take a baby wipe
and clean it out of my hair.
Most of it, anyway.

Then I went on with my day.

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I also woke from a decidedly odd dream.  In that dream, Mom (Yes Virginia B.) and I were strolling through a small mountain town.  We walked down a pathway that dead ended in a fenced back yard.  We turned back to get back on the roadway.

Eventually we ended up at a building that looked like a medical office.  I seemed to have some lab tests that needed to be delivered.  I was sorting the papers by name.  Them Mom told me about one time she was getting a pelvic examination and she got aroused by the doctor.  WHAT!?  I thought about it for a minute and thought to myself that THAT explained the seven kids.  Obviously in another timeline and universe.

 Dream interpretation site says as near as I could find:

To see your parents having sex (or talking about sex??) in your dream indicate that you are seeing similar aspects between their relationship and your current relationship. Most cringe at the thought of your parents having sex, so this dream imagery is really trying to get your attention. Consider your parents' real life relationship together and what you can learn from it.  Hmmmm.  Not sure WHAT to think...

As a complete aside, I grew up changing CLOTH diapers on the little sisters.  I also learned how to prefold the cloth into a kite shape so that there was extra padding in front.  This added to the wash load immensely.   Also sturdy diaper pins were used very carefully.