A Matter of Time

Lynda wants to change the world.

Not in a good way.

Lynda wants to get rid of Daylight Saving Time because it's inconvenient for her. If you read her blog post (directly before this one), you got her filibuster and request that you appeal to your local congressman about this issue.

She literally wants to change time.

She is my best friend, but she stinks, and I'm starting a list of why she stinks.

Reasons My Best Friend Stinks

1. She wants to change Daylight Saving Time.
2. She asked me to start a blog for us and then decided she didn't want to blog because I would be "too judgmental." She was correct, but...
3. She is a know-it-all. (See Reason #2).

Spring forward. Fall back. But not this far...

There's something in my eye. My left eye. I don't feel like leaving my porch to go inside to get it out.

I'm Lynda. I like to feel things. I also like to teach. And to learn. And to write.

But I got cold feet with this whole my-turn-to-write-a-blog-post thing, which I was incredibly scolded for. So I guess the topic of this post is going to be about how much I didn't know what to write about. Wait, hold on...I gotta get this thing out of my eye, or I'm sure it's going to be permanently damaged. Plus it's hard to type with my eye watering every two seconds...

Okay, I'm back on the porch...and I brought food with me. I also brought an idea of what to say next: I have a tremendous appetite for life (and food) (and words) (and feelings). For example, I've spent the last two weeks and a half coming home right after school ending and going straight to my porch to enjoy the daylight before it is ripped away from me when daylight savings time ends this upcoming weekend. I already know that I will literally tear up/weep/sob when I leave school on Monday and it's dark. The sad thing? That statement isn't a hyperbole in the slightest. Also, for someone who lives for the days when the sun sets later, I didn't realize until recently that daylights savings time is when that happens; I thought non-daylights savings time was when that happened. So for the last, man I don't know, seven-to-ten years of my life I've been inadvertently advocating for the opposite of what I wanted. Oops. I also spent an hour of my weekend last week researching the gradual decrease of daylight in the days between now and March 9. I read a really eccentric obituary once about a man that was written by his daughters, and at the end, they wrote something like, "In lieu of flowers, write your Congressman and ask for the repeal of Day Light Savings Time." Then it said something about how he wanted everyone to get back on the Lord's time. At the time, I was like, "Hell yeah! More daylight!" But now I realize that I was wrong. Oops, again.

As this entire post has evidenced, I now conclude with my final statement: I am a noob. I ask that in lieu of rolling your eyes, that you write your Congressman and ask for the permanent establishment of Daylight Savings Time.

Deuces...(goodbye...I gotta world to see...anyone? Mackelmore? No? Okay.)
Lynda

Read more here: http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/sunherald/obituary.aspx?pid=163538353#storylink=cpy

... loves company...

Lynda and I are Valley people. Rio Grande Valley people. I've lived here for about six years. About one and a half for her.

We were college journalism majors. We sponsor our high school yearbooks, and, obviously, we're both high school teachers...

... and we are miserably happy friends in the Valley...

The similarities stop there.

Stay tuned.

Arguments will follow...