“If it weren’t for bad luck, I’d have no luck at all.”
– Buck Owens and Roy Clark
You know, we just might have been through something for the last time – the loss of an hour with the spring time change.
Many of us know the challenging week where we have to adjust to “losing” an hour.
The US Senate surprised everyone (including some senators) and voted unanimously to stop this foolish practice. I, for one, hope that happens.
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No more week of “sleep adjustments,” No more resetting all the household ovens, microwaves, coffee-makers…
No more figuring out if you “spring back” or forward.
It has been a long time coming, and I keep thinking of OH Brown
Back in the 1970s, a younger version of me was assigned to write a story about the time change.
So I walked over to the Municipal Building on Greene Street to ask who had to change all the clocks in courtrooms and offices and hallways, thinking it was done by hand.
No, Mr. Brown in the maintenance department, assured me. It was done with a master clock setting in the basement.
He showed me how it worked and I took his picture.
I think about that a lot – not the time change, but the simplicity of a “re-set.”
We all have those days when nothing seems to be going the way we planned.
I hit one last week that involved a series of unreturned phone calls, traffic, empty store shelves, traffic, a head cold, traffic and nobody appearing to do what I thought they should, many of them behind the wheel of an automobile.
It’s at times like these when I take a moment. Take a breath and tell myself, “Reset.”
I start my day over, even if it’s after lunch.
The earlier disappointments occurred in an alternate universe, as far as I’m concerned. Another planet, perhaps. If at first you don’t succeed, try again.
Essentially, you are discarding the baggage of accumulated defeat, forgiving the debts of doom.
Does it always work?
Of course not. But sometimes – and you know this – things change. The wheel of fortune stops on your number and Vanna White looks over and gives you a wink.
It’s a new day and you’re ready for success.
The world’s not your oyster, it’s your pearl.
Bill Kirby has reported, photographed and commented on life in Augusta and Georgia for 45 years.
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