It's not just the retailers.
The other day (reminder: this is November 5th) I was out by the Civic Center and what did I see?
It's not just the retailers.
The other day (reminder: this is November 5th) I was out by the Civic Center and what did I see?
Yes, for you unenlightened people, it's time tonight to change your clocks.
Daylight Savings Time comes to an end once more.
And once again the debate roars through the populace.
Some people don't ever want to see it again.
Some people think it should be year around.
'Course then it wouldn't need to be called Daylight Savings Time, would it.
We could just go back to the days before 1918, when it was created.
Then it would just be "time".
Or maybe back to 1,500 BC (or BCE) when sundials used by Egyptians and Babylonians separated each day into parts.
Before then "time" was a concept that hadn't been invented.
Here where I live and in most of Arizona Daylight Savings Time is not used.
We're on the same time all year round.
So with the exception of screwing around with our schedules of television programs we don't have to worry about it.
But for the rest of you, here's a quick guide to your travails.
And don't forget to begin fattening that turkey!
It seems like Friday was just here, doesn't it?
That's what happens when they put Halloween on a Tuesday.
But now that that's out of the way, we can get back to normality.
Right?
I may have posted about this before but it continues to fascinate me.
There is a power pole at the end of our neighborhood that I pass anytime I go anywhere.
Nearly every time I go by - morning, noon, or night - the wires leading from that pole, and only that pole, are full of pigeons.
It seems they are always perching there, this passel of pigeons, and there is always one white one in their group.
They're kind of like a gang, with one guy leading them.
I tried to crop the photo down to give you a closer look but the camera in my phone was not really equal to the task so the next picture is a little bit fuzzy.
By the way, the Almighty Google tells me that one of the alternative names for this bird is "a dropping of pigeons".
Somehow I think that's most appropriate.
Wanna see a really corny cartoon?
This was the photo as I turned the page on my daily calendar this morning.
Yes, Faithful Readers, we are on the eve of All Hallows Eve.
Only 24 hours and we will wake to the Horrors of Halloween.
I refer, of course, to countless children ringing our doorbells, pounding on our doors, demanding candy, candy, candy!
There are differing ways to handle the situation.
For example . . .