It’s About Time

(Or, Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?)


Why don’t they just leave time alone? Why change it every 6 months? And, by the way, why does the United States change the time a week later than the other countries that screw around with time? (think Halloween)

In the days before “smart” phones and computers, I had been surprised at finding the grocery store closed on Sunday morning. In another “time warp,” I was entering a meeting when people were leaving the meeting.

With the next “time warp” imminent, I tried to gain the concept of what “falling back one hour” would mean to me. Trying every visualization technique I could muster, I finally found an imaginary “sliding time line” that I could move one hour to the left (“fall back”). From that timeline, I deduced that, when I awaken Sunday morning at 6:00 a.m., it will actually be 5:00 a.m.

While I was asleep Saturday night, my cell phones and computer dutifully “fell back” one hour. Surprisingly, Sunday morning I was rested when I woke up at 6:00 a.m. Maybe I have finally figured out this “time shift” business and have pre-adjusted to it!

My celebration lasted until I saw the microwave clock, which boldly shouted out “7:00 a.m.” Now, that doesn’t make sense! I had rationally analyzed this time “thingee” (to use a technical term) from all angles – even constructing a sliding time scale in my mind. Applying the new data provided by the microwave oven, I gradually realized I had not accurately read my own sliding-time-scale creation. Yes, the top (sliding) part of the scale slides to the left (back in time – fall back), so 6:00 a.m. becomes 5:00 a.m. However, I am experiencing the time that is represented on the sliding part of the scale, not the unmoving base scale. So, yes, 6:00 a.m. is the new 5:00 a.m. when compared against the fixed base-time, but because my time is now on the sliding part of the time scale, 7:00 a.m. has become my new 6:00 a.m. – I think.

I’m still out-of-phase – an hour behind myself – or is it an hour ahead of myself? Now, I’m confused again. If I am patient, this confusion will dissolve in a week or so, and my body rhythms will have adjusted to this “new” time.

OK, enough of this time-focus. My cell phone is called a “smart” phone for a reason. If I have an appointment at a particular “time,” I will just set my cell phone alarm and let it tell me when I should act. Otherwise, time is just an illusion anyway, so I can ignore it – one big benefit of being retired.




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