daylight savings time
this weekend, we totally unplugged. ungkl pol, ant natlee, BFG, bfg and i went to a cabin in twin rivers, hesperia, michigan.
it was a creative weekend, and we were to take 2 days of uninterrupted time to write, paint, draw, or do whatever creative things we wanted to do.
warren and paul wrote several songs…natalie sketched a few things and so did marshall. i finished an art book i’ve been working on.
it’s all good, right?
more or less. our cell phones all died out in the middle of nowhere. no internet connection, either. not a big deal. that was part of the unplug.
our problem began on sunday. unkgl pol’s cell phone informed us that daylight savings time had begun…and there was much rejoicing because we all thought we had an extra hour at the cabin.
the day passed blissfully. we packed our things and headed out, ungkl pol and ant natlee to cell group, and the kramers, to home. once we got there, i automatically changed all the clocks over. bedtime hit at what read to be 9:07 pm last night, and i jokingly told BFG ‘my eyeballs want to stay awake, but my brain says it’s 10:07′. as it turns out, i shoulda listened to my brain.
i met bfg (marshall) in the hall this morning, fully dressed. i was astonished, because, according to my clock, it was 5:58 am. i expressed my astonishment audibly, too. he said ‘isn’t it almost time to go?’
‘no’, i assured him. ‘remember? daylight savings time?’ ‘oh noooo’, he groaned. i snickered a little bit and then thought i’d better check to make sure BFG’s computer had changed over automatically.
it hadn’t. a glimmer of panic set in. if i was wrong, i woke up an hour late and marshall would be late for class (because my brain told me i was responsible for carpool ). as i usually leave the house at 7 am, if i was wrong, everything was gonna be thrown off badly today.
i ran for my pocket PC. it had already changed over and read 6:04 am (whew!!!). marshall met me in the kitchen with his cell phone and said, ‘mine says it’s 7:04′…full blown alarms.
now, see, if i was a smart doobie, i would have just taken him at his word and not wasted time double checking and re-double checking online. it would have saved me 5 more minutes. but nooooooo.
there i am frantically googling ‘daylight savings’ and reading.
i shout ‘give me 10 minutes!’ and then race around my room getting ready in 10 minutes. i’m dressed, teeth brushed, face washed, makeup thrown on in 10 minutes. i gabble something about the clocks being wrong to a still slumbering spouse, grab my coat, head for the garage shouting for marshall on the way out.
he’s not answering. the light in his room is off–i think ‘could he have gone back to bed?!?!?!’ oh no, oh no, oh no.
i’m still shouting as i open the garage door. his car is gone. guilt floods over me. i figure i’m so late that he decided not to wait for me.
start the car. crap. no gas. tack on another 10 minutes to fill up. then i remember, marshall always drives himself to the university on mondays. panic eases a little bit. i pull out of the garage at 7:10 am.
by the time i get to work, it’s 8:07 am. i have gotten gas. i stopped at mcdonald’s to grab a hasty breakfast. and i’m still more or less on time.
i’m amazed.
oh, by the way, i look horrible today and daylight savings begins NEXT sunday.