Here we are.
Daylight Saving.
Where everyone – minus Saskatchewan and other parts of Canada and the modern world – will turn their clocks ahead one hour for some archaic reason.
The idea of Daylight Saving came about in 1895. And the idea was first implemented on April 30, 1916. Winnipeg, Manitoba jumped on board right away, along with Brandon. Because it was a new, hip, and totally awesome idea. Then, Halifax, Nova Scotia; Hamilton, Ontario; Montreal, Quebec; and St. John’s Newfoundland and Labrador wanted in on this rad concept.
But hold on. This isn’t a tradition like Easter dinner at Baba’s. This is going to bed and waking up to utter chaos. What time is it? Did I change this clock? Did this clock change automatically? I can’t remember if it did last time.
Because I was asleep.
Who, seriously, who came up with the idea of Daylight Saving starting in the wee hours of the morning. Did I lose an hour of sleep or gain an hour? I’m so confused, and I can’t figure out how to change the clock on my microwave.
As a kid, my parents used to change the clocks Monday morning. I’d be so worried. Is the bus driving going to come on “new” time or “old” time.
The rational behind DST was to provide an extra hour of sunlight. To plow those field. To play outdoors. To build those Model-T Fords.
But much like a Ford, Daylight Saving is pointless. Old school. Old fashioned. At the time, it was called a “modern idea.” Not any more.
While it was meant to help agriculture, it hurts it. Animals don’t run on DST. As my parents can contest, cows need to be milked on their time. Not “new” Central Time.
As for building those Fords, the days of working nine to five were far from the minds of the people who thought of DST in 1895.
I’d love to believe one day we’ll live in a world without Daylight Saving. Life would be easier. Simpler. Less confusing.
And I’d have more time to find other things to complain about.
29 then 40 