Okay. Three weeks ago, we entered into an early, pre-seasonal existence of Daylight Savings Time.
Daylight Savings. I’m not dancing about it this year!
This is the time of year when, presently, and up until June 21st, the days get longer. Depending on where you are on June 21st, it will get dark for us in the USA around 9:30 PM. When we are in France, it stays lighter until around 10:15 PM. And when I say this, I mean twilight hits at that time when the day falls into night.
It’s also that time when clocks that weren’t set to the correct time six months ago are now set correctly. I opened a drawer full of watches that were now, correctly set!
And after June 21st, the days become shorter until November, when the clocks are turned back and we say “hello darkness my old friend” once again.
One of my favorite songs during the shorter days: Simon and Garfunkels Sounds of Silence. It starts with “Hello darkness my old friend…..”
Not gonna lie. I used to live for daylight savings. Gleefully giddy, when the clocks were moved forward for an hour—during APRIL, usually around Easter, life was easier. Especially since I was a much younger mother and my children participated in sports and other extracurricular activities.
Being at a Little League/Pony League/Varsity/Jr. Varsity/Babe Ruth/American Legion ball games oftentimes went well after the 6:00 PM hour and during the longer days were a pleasure!
During Jake’s Babe Ruth days the sun would set later and it wasn’t annoying to have a game end after 9:00 PM when it got dark.
Driving to Oona’s Irish Dance lessons or picking her up from Field Hockey games were also a delight when the days were longer; living in Pennington, NJ meant you had better visibility of the deer that would be making a target of your vehicle.
From eight years old to a college senior at 20, I enjoyed driving her to dance classes while still light outside!
Running errands such as replacing the items that ran out for school lunches or eleventh-hour notebooks or items needed for school projects was no big deal during the longer days either.
Overall, as a mom, daylight savings time, for me, was a convenience and made mom’s taxi life much easier.
Add to that, being at the beach well after 5:00 PM was great because you got more beach time during the longer days!
It really was a lot of fun and I enjoyed the longer days back then!
Then the kids grew up. They went away to college. Relocated for jobs and my purpose ended.
My life is different now.
And might I add I’m pretty-much off -the- charts happy that I’m working!
Instead of being a stay-at-home-mom, I am a working woman. I’ve worked, until recently full-time—meaning that my working day could run from 7:00 AM until after 7:00 PM—depending on the workload. These days, luckily, my position with a different company is as a receptionist and facilities assistant working from Monday through Thursday until 3:30 in the afternoon. I love my job now. It’s fun and I get to interact with people.
And, my position allows me the pleasure of getting dressed!
But I’m starting to ramble, and I apologize. Back to the subject of Daylight Savings.
I don’t like this business of daylight savings beginning before Spring. And by that I mean, I do not like it before mid-or-end of April. It serves no purpose. Instilling the longer daylight hours should go hand-in-hand with warmer weather. It should be a segue into birds chirping, grass that needs to be mowed for the first time of the year, Mr. Sun shining down on you with such vitality that all heavy outerwear has been placed in storage, and daydreaming of the invigorating feeling of sitting at Ocean’s front, being lightly splashed with salt water as the waves break at your feet.
Yeah. I prefer my daylight savings time when I can go to the beach..
…or run around in sandals!
What Daylight savings shouldn’t be is the feeling of remorse and guilt for arriving home from work or anywhere else before 5:00 PM and wanting to take your clothing off to change into pajamas or any form of loungewear that is stained from cooking or has rips or just makes you look deliciously sloppy. After all, you are in the comfort of your own home!
My at-home uniform when I arrive back from work. Yes. I LOVE the comfort of old clothes–and I feel slightly guilty for wearing this ensemble whilst the sun is shining. There’s something very wrong with Daylight Savings this early in the year!
In being completely transparent with you, Daylight Savings time—this early in the year, wreaks havoc with my mental and physical body clock. The fact is, for the past three weeks I’ve been tired. Not the kind of tired where you can fall asleep at your work station nor is it the type of tired where you are emotionally exhausted. It’s that tired feeling you get after 6:00 PM in the evening. You’re not quite ready for a full-night’s slumber but you slowly inch your way into your bed giving yourself the excuse that it’s okay to be in bed whilst the sun is still shining because you have your books, journals, magazines and phone (to play Candy Crush) to while away time until that magic hour of darkness arrives.
True dat. I’m in bed way too early. But I’m being productive by playing Candy Crush!
And speaking of what Daylight Savings does to my mental frame of mind, is somewhat similar to what it does to my physical state. I’m just not ready for longer days yet.
This has been my prayer for the last few weeks. Early Daylight Savings wreaks havoc on me!
Look-I adore summer. It means less clothing to throw on. It means no outerwear. It’s more reasonable to walk around barefoot. And….it means less time spending on applying makeup because a natural (or fake) tan means less cosmetics time.
I do love summer. I love my tan–whether natural or fake. And I love the longer days–IN THE SUMMER!!!!
And it’s true. I’m not mentally ready for more daylight yet. I prefer my autumns (after turning the clocks back) and winters to have shorter days and not one day before.
I think cities are spectacularly gorgeous when the sun goes down–especially when it sets earlier. More time to enjoy the night!
When days are shorter there’s more of a sense of time. When the sun begins it’s slow descent, the shadows are deeper. The sky takes on a deep blue, gray, purple hue with a touch of orange illumination. You become aware that evening is approaching. Your body clock is knowledgeable that you need to start dinner at a certain time. During longer days, the time of day becomes something you often forget about.
That approaching twilight time close to 5:00 PM during the winter just makes me feel cozy!
When days are shorter, they comply with the weather. There is a coziness that comes with darkening of days. Akin to a big hug, there is nothing more comfortable as being in your pajamas at 5:00, sitting on the cushioned loveseat, with a toasty blanket over your body and reading a good book accompanied by a soothing cup of tea—all while dinner is cooking. A hearty soup? A comfort-food bowl of pasta? A beefy stew? It all warms my soul and gives me a better mental outlook.
My favorite spot during shorter days–whether reading a novel or perusing through an old Dr. Seuss book or enjoying a cuppa. It’s such a great feeling of comfort.
It’s funny because during the shorter days, I enjoy my afternoon tea. During the summer, I just want iced tea.
And I’m more into desserts and cooking and baking in general when the days are shorter. I made Crepes Suzette the other night just after it got dark. Luckily I did NOT burn the house down with the flambe!
Like a rainy day. Some people despise rainy days. I happen to love them. As a child and well into my teens, rainy days meant I could complete a book in one read. Heading to my bedroom, getting under the covers or actually, never getting out of them, reaching for a classic novel and immersing myself into pages and pages of words to enhance my imagination, it was what I loved most—and reading now banned books makes me look back even more fondly!
From my youth up until now, I dig a seriously rainy day for reading–OMG and when it gets dark out earlier. I’m in heaven!
Shorter days bring me to my favorite time of year—Christmas!!! Who wants to listen to Christmas and Holiday music when it’s daylight at 7:00 PM? I want my Holiday music to blast as the sun sets in late afternoon! It’s more festive.
My favorite Holiday House of all time. Martell’s Winter Wonderland in Hamilton, New Jersey. In late afternoon, during Christmas season, around 4:45 Roman, Oona and I (Jake was too busy studying) would take the 15-minute drive from Pennington to see this delightful house. It was a happy place..
I don’t even think Oona was in middle school yet in this pic..
Maybe Roman was a freshman. Always taking movies with his camera. God, I miss those days!
Especially Halloween! Kids start trick-or-treating at the end of daylight savings—just a week or so before turning the clocks back. And the beauty of that is the sun is ready to set earlier. It’s tired of shining extended hours. Give the sun a freaking rest why dontja? Halloween is spookier when the sun goes into slumber.
Seriously. Who wants a Halloween evening in the daylight?
It’s more delightful in the dark!
I realize that I really should have written this blog post a few weeks ago but the fact is, I was pissed off with Daylight Savings being so early. And as I sit here on this early Saturday afternoon, it’s raining out. The sky is gray. It’s been raining on and off since Thursday. And I’m okay with that.
A truly gray day. I snapped this while in the car (my husband was driving) through Valley Forge Park. In a few weeks that tree will be sporting Crayola Crayon Spring Green colored leaves!
Earlier we went out shopping for tonight’s dinner. And I wore jeans, and a nice sweater and looked decent.
I made it a point to look decent enough as to not scare other people!
And I even wore Saturday makeup!
As I write this, I’m in Valentine’s Day pajama bottoms, an old Cincinnati hoodie sweatshirt , Christmas-themed slipper socks that are ripped on the soles but comfortable as all get out , but at least I have my hair and lipstick on. And that’s how I’ll be dressed for dinner!
Here I am, working on the blog on a gray, rainy day. I only wish the day was shorter!
And a rare moment of sharing these worn out slipper socks with you.
What’s your take? Are you a fan of shorter days or longer ones?
Or…have you switched as I have into enjoying the shorter days more as you’ve gotten older?