I have had an issue of time in my home for the last 18 years – coincidentally, the exact number of years I have been married.
My home is divided into time zones, but not in coordinated lines of one hour intervals like the real world. Each house clock is the epicenter for it’s own random time zone.
I have gotten used to it.
I can travel between house time zones with ease and a calculator.
If I need to know the actual time, I can always leave the house.
And then this happened…
We were in Colorado. 14 hours via SUV from my crazy mixed-up parallel time universe.
I asked Blog-Stedman for the time.
He paused while his eyes rolled upward and his face exhibited signs of heavy calculation.
7:30
Oh, what took so long?
Let me explain.
OK.
My watch says 21:06. I first have to convert military time to real time making it 9:06. I then have to adjust for the 37 minutes ahead that my watch is set making it 8:29. It is still set on Texas time so I subtract an hour because we are in Colorado which would be 7:29 but then I rounded up because it probably took me at least a minute to figure it out. Oh, and it might not be exactly accurate.
Ummm…you know that rule about me not writing about you in my blog? I am going to have to break it.
I understand.
it completely drives my husband insane that i keep my watch and car clock somewhere between 5 and 10 minutes fast.
emphasis on the word “somewhere”
bwahahahahahahaha!
then add in a few power outages like we get around here and you’re completely messed up!
I can totally understand how Blog-Stedman thinks as I too have gone through intricate math equations to figure out the time. Rock on Blog-Stedman!!
Rules are totally meant to be broken. Can I write about blog Stedman in my blog? I dont think I ever signed an agreement not to.
Too funny. I love to collect clocks. So we have a clock in every room of our house, including the bathroom. None of them have the same time. At least a handfull don’t even work. I just really like to look at them. So when you are in my house no one really knows what the time is. You have to rely on your cell phone. So what does that say about me? I think it means I am like a bird, flying free with no schedule or time frame to tell me where I have to be.
I do believe time officially stopped once you arrived in CO! Just take a look at those views!! Cheers!
Peas Out!
~daddy b.
With that view, who needs time???
LOL, who knew the time could be such a pain!
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Who cares what time it is… look at that gorgeous view out the window. Wow.
Also. heh funny!
My Love used to set her alarm clock about 20 minutes ahead b/c she says it made her think it’s later than it is so she will get up early rather than late. In practice she KNOWS it is set ahead, so she hits the snooze 7 times and ends up being late anyway.
I suggested that every so often I randomly change the time so she never knows whether its ahead, behind or right. This way, she’ll snap awake out sheer fear and confusion.
She never listens to me.