Everybody Talks About Daylight Savings Time, but Nobody Ever Does Anything About It

With apologies to Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that short night.

Our age should burn and rave this lessened day;

Rage, rage against this ludicrous Spring rite.

Though we are pow'rless over wing'd time's flight,

Our Time Lords shun the rule of old Sol's ray;

Do not go gentle into that short night.

Aurora wonders at sad mortals' plight,

What dawns on men who think to hold time sway?

Rage, rage against this ludicrous Spring rite.

And Helios in his chariot laughs outright.

Shouts Sol Invictus who bids longer day,

“Do not go gentle into that short night.”

What fools those men who think that they have might

To quicken pace of time or it belay.

Rage, rage against this ludicrous Spring rite.

And you who slumber sound, your given right,

When you are 'wakened when you still would lay,

Do not go gentle into that short night,

Rage, rage against this ludicrous Spring rite.

                                                 Janet Cupo

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The clock pictured above belonged to my father, and hangs over the mantel of my resurrected living room. If you look carefully, you will see that it does not show the same time as the anniversary clock on the mantel, which was given to us when we married 42 years ago. At this point, both of the clocks are correct twice a day. The anniversary clock stopped shortly after our first anniversary, but that, fortunately, was not prophetic. (Well, after all, it is an anniversary clock and not an anniversaries clock.) The big clock works, but it makes a loud sound. My husband likes this. It makes me crazy.

I wish you could see the marquetry on the clock better. If you click on the picture, you can see it a bit better.

AMDG