Daylight savings time ended at 2 a.m. on a recent Sunday. A friend across the street stays up until 2 a.m. to change clocks. I started at 10 o’clock.
Here’s the situation: Every time my wife and I find an interesting clock, it doesn’t replace one we already have — old ones just get moved to lesser rooms. Now, every bathroom and the laundry room have wall clocks. Then, the watches. Ours are not expensive, just fashion watches. Imagine how many different color faces, watchbands and shapes there are. Between us, my wife and I have 27 watches.
Most of the clocks were easy, but as I went from one to the other, minutes were passing, had to advance. The grandfather wall clock was harder, had to prop that against our sleeping cat, take off the back, then get the pendulum swinging. On to the microwave and coffee maker. Oops, I held my finger down too long, and had to cycle the numbers again. The answering machine, which kept talking back to me, even prompted changing the year.
As I was breaking my fingernails pulling out the stems on the watches, I lost my concentration and started turning some forward.
Out to the garage. Automotive engineers found inventive places to hide and ways to change clocks. To each glove compartment for manual technical reading.
Looking across the street, my friend was turning out his lights. We finished about the same time, 2:15 a.m., excuse me 1:15 a.m. NIT (New Improved Time).
Jim Stodola, Denton