I’ve missed you guys the past two weeks.
To be honest, I’ve missed myself and everything else I deal with when I am conscious.
It wasn’t bad enough that I had my first-ever bout with the flu, combined with my umpteenth time to have strep throat.
Oh, it was bad, but more havoc would be wreaked when something resembling a stomach virus entered stage left about day three of the original crisis.
It was the only time I cried. I was mostly a brave girl.
But my fingers hurt, and my eyes didn’t work and my legs shook like a newborn baby foal when I walked. It was pathetic for a couple days, and what I call “the trifecta of suckage.”
It was so bad, I have already booked my flu shot for next year.
Then, as a final blow, the universe gave me the proverbial finger Sunday with Daylight Savings Time (DST).
I have found precisely two Facebook friends who think it’s the most amazing thing since Nutella – or maybe it’s the other way around, I’m still sleepy. Other than that, most everyone agrees with me that stealing an hour of valuable sleep time should be a prosecutable offense.
That’s truly how I feel. And, for the first week after DST, I remind everyone who mentions it what the time would be if it were on Saturday, instead of after 2 a.m. on Sunday.
And, if you’re honest, you or someone around you as late as yesterday said a variation of “I am still messed up with this time change.”
I’ve heard it several times, a couple of them from someone other than me.
I feel so strongly about this that I wrote a poem Monday morning – I do this sometimes as a way to cope with my sleepy emotions – about my thoughts on DST and posted it on Facebook with a picture of my cup of coffee. I’m artsy like that.
The poem was:
And I meant it.
One of my longest time friends, Kent, pointed out to me that my poem was an odd haiku, with only three syllables instead of the customary 17.
I told him three syllables was all I had and more would be forthcoming as soon as I located the stolen hour.*
Later that day, Kent wrote me a haiku that was amazing, and posted it on my Facebook wall.
It went like this:
Unsettled by the
Delayed dawn, Kari reached for
Coffee, which helped, some
After that, several of my friends joined in for a “Haiku slam” party about DST, and much finger snapping and laughter ensued.
These are the kinds of friends I have: smart, funny and great with words. So I leave you with their thoughts on Daylight Savings Time, because it’s time for my nap.
Nay. In truth, a life force
Only fools abstain.
-Alisa in California
Daylight savings time
Need I say more? No.
– also Alisa
Like a silent thief
My hour is stolen from me
Never to return
– Kelly in Texas
I take mine with,
Lots of creamer,
Makes me sweeter, never meaner
-Darla in Texas
Dawn creeps slowly, she
Feels lowly and bereft, ‘till
Coffee, coffee, more coffee
-Kent from Arkansas, again
And, although she later corrected herself to say she believed it was Shakespeare and not a haiku, Darla also offered this winner:
Til a hot flash comes a lurkin’,
Seems my own percolator is Perkin’.
Laughter, and friends, are the best medicine. And, haikus are pretty nice, too.
*The stolen hour has yet to be located.
Send me your best haiku about Daylight Savings Time, and I’ll update this post and give you credit……
**** NEW STUFF! March 16, 2017 2:13 p.m.
More haikus are being added daily until morale improves. Thank you to you guys for your beautiful and thoughtful support!
Clocks spring forward.
Means I rise earlier.
But Coffee comes sooner.
-Michael in Colorado
cat claw plucks
my scalp to be fed ~
lost time sucks
– Amy in Illinois
Took an hour away,
It will take months to recover,
Then the hour returns.