Showing posts with label Daylight Savings Time. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Daylight Savings Time. Show all posts

Saturday, July 31, 2010

In Which Old Friendship Stays Deep: @Globetrot and @ShannonKastner And Me


Oh, how did sixteen years go quickly by
Without the sight of this pair? They are two
Of my most cherished friends. I did rely
On both of them to keep me sane -- lo, youth
Is not so kind to geeks in rednecked lands,
And we had vast and empty spaces 'tween
Our tiny towns. Someone who understands
That knowledge is its own fun, has a keen
And lively int'rest in the world beyond
Wyoming can get lonely, might go mad.
But Shannon and her Steven, of such fond,
Untarnish'd mem'ry made things not so bad.
We kept in touch and last night I refreshed
My eyes and spirit with them, and feel blessed.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

In Which The Bitch Goddess Conspires With The Federal Government, To My Detriment

Elusive Morpheus, I chased you 'round,
But your bitch sister chased me 'round as well,
And whispered "What will you do when you've found
That your most trusted timepiece (that your cell
Phone) failed to update when we stole that hour
We keep in trust for you lot 'till next fall?
Go unwashed or unfed, or will you cower
Before co-workers sheepishly and call
To tell them you missed out on this time-change?"
I knew that I could trust my gadgets, but --
And is there one of you who'd call this strange? --
I tossed and turned all night, my eyes wide shut.
And even after two turned into three
Insomnia still had her hold on me.

Friday, March 12, 2010

In Which Daylight Savings Time Robs Me Of Daylight

It's recent that the sun's been up with me,
When it's time to head off to my day gig.
A predawn snowy morn's a sight to see,
All shades of deepest blue, but what is big
Is that I see at all. For months I've gone
In darkness to my workplace, and I find
It most depressing. Now that there is dawn
Just as I leave has helped my state of mind --
But Sunday comes the time when we all spring
On forward. Daylight Savings Time will start
And rob me of that tiny, precious thing,
A sunrise, for a month or more. That part
Of my day, just improving, now will sink
Back into gloom and darkness, I should think.

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