{"id":1287,"date":"2006-10-29T23:54:00","date_gmt":"2006-10-29T23:54:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/?p=1287"},"modified":"2014-10-01T03:38:42","modified_gmt":"2014-10-01T03:38:42","slug":"falling-back","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/?p=1287","title":{"rendered":"Falling back"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2006\/10\/IMG_1005-20copy.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand\" alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2006\/10\/IMG_1005-20copy-200x300.jpg\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><span style=\"font-size:85%;\"><em>&#8220;When we set the clocks back an hour last night, we told ourselves we were changing time, taking back that hour we spent for longer evenings last April. But the sun rose unchanged this morning, on its own schedule, and the only change was in the position of the hands on those ticking machines by which man meters his own life. We adjusted our own gauge of the hours somehwat closer to the reality of night and day, the sun, the earth and the year.<\/em><\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-size:85%;\"><em><\/em><\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-size:85%;\"><em>Time has its own dimensions, and neither the sun nor the clock can emcompass them all. All we can do with the astronomical absolutes of time is note them, divide them as we please, and live by them in our daily routines. Beyond that, our own emotions, our hopes and fears, our worry and our relief, shape not only our days but our hours with only casual regard for absolute or arbitrary time. The busy day can be brief, the suspenseful hour endless. Who can prove, by any clock ever devised, that time on occasion does not stand still? The interval between heartbeats can be a terrifying eternity, and the pause between two spoken words can shape the dimensions of all our tomorrows.<\/em><\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-size:85%;\"><em><\/em><\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-size:85%;\"><em>Time is all around us, the time of the hills, the time of the tides, the lifetime of a man or a tree or an insect. We participate in time, try to shape it to our own necessities; but when we change the clocks we aren&#8217;t changing time at all. We are playing with figures on a dial that denotes but cannot alter the flow of forever.&#8221;<\/em> &#8211; Hal Borland, Sundial of the Seasons <\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-size:85%;\"><\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-size:85%;\">Is everyone feeling as mixed up as I am today?  I woke up to a clock that said 11:00 and was pleased that I hadn&#8217;t slept all of this blistery Sunday morning away, after all it was actually only 10:00.  Stepping into the kitchen and pouring my coffee I was perplexed to see the clock said it was 12:15.  Hmmm&#8230; the computer and vcr both said 11:15 so my husband must have set some of the clocks back while I slept.  Now as I type it&#8217;s 6:30 and full dark.  All day I&#8217;ve felt behind in my routine, but the clock tells me it&#8217;s early, there&#8217;s still time.   So it will be lighter in the morning for a while, but dark so early at the end of the workday.  This change is easier for me to adjust to, for some reason, compared with the spring, when I feel cheated of time and groggy for days until I&#8217;m used to getting up an hour earlier.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;When we set the clocks back an hour last night, we told ourselves we were changing time, taking back that hour we spent for longer evenings last April. 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