The clocks moved one hour ahead this past weekend, because of the beginning of Daylight Savings Time. Spring forward, fall back. That's how I remember which way to turn the clocks. When fall come back again, all too soon, back go the clocks to our Eastern Standard Time setting. Pretty straight forward, no?
Not in my home. In the spring and fall of every year, I spend a few days trying to figure out what time it really is. In my world, setting all the clocks in the house to within a millisecond or two of the official Atomic Time would appear to make sense. Since my wife sets all the clocks, however, we do things her way.
No two clocks in the house are set at the same time. Some display something close to the real time, others don't. Some clocks are off by ten minutes or more. My wife likes to be on time, so having clocks display a time that is later than it really is helps her leave early and arrive everywhere on time. Personally, I would just leave ten minutes early, but that is just me.
My wife's idiosyncrasy is largely harmless. After a few days of trying to figure out which clocks are two, seven or ten minutes fast, I get the hang of it and life goes on.
We all have our peccadilloes, some harmless, some perhaps not so. Why do we humans need to try and fool ourselves about things? Why do we need so many coping mechanisms to survive? Why do we have superstitions? Why do we behave in ways guaranteed to be counter-productive or even harmless to ourselves?
I don't know.
I think I've run out of time to write right now, but I'm not sure. Does anyone have a watch, in particular a time piece with the correct time?