My boyfriend and I were talking about groundhog day, and how it is fast approaching. I think the entire concept of groundhog day is a little bit silly – waking up a poor hibernating critter to see if it sees its shadow or not is just plain silly. If it’s sunny out, of course it is going to see its shadow (if it looks!) Just let the poor thing sleep for crying out loud! I mean they say if he sees his shadow, it’s six more weeks of winter, if he doesn’t, then we’ll have spring in six weeks. Well, what is the difference? Six of one, half a dozen of the other. It makes no sense at all to me, really!
Growing up in my parent’s house, when presented at the dinner table with a new or unfamiliar food, the household rule was that you are expected to (at the very least) try one bite. If you don’t like it, you force yourself to swallow it without a lot of drama or facial contortions and politely say, “I’m sorry, but I don’t care for that.” You were (and still are) to always respect the fact that our mother made a huge effort to shop for, prepare, cook and serve a variety of wholesome and tasty foods, day after day after day just for our benefit and enjoyment. And our mother respected that fact that trying to please the tastebuds of seven people every night was a daunting task, especially when little sister announced out of the blue that from here forward she would be a vegetarian and refused to eat meat, poultry or fish. But I do appreciate the fact that my parents exposed us to a variety of foods at the family dinner table and it not only enriched our lives but taught us to appreciate and respect each other, as well.
Last Sunday was Mother’s Day, so I went over to my mother’s house to pick her up and take her out to breakfast at her favorite restaurant, Friendly’s. I gave her a bouquet of flowers in a beautiful vase, and after breakfast I took her home and visited with her for a while before heading home. I think she was pleased.
Well, during the past few days we have had the first day of spring, and the Easter celebration. I liked decorating Easter eggs with my mother and sisters when I was a little girl. It gave me a chance to express my artistic nature while socializing with my family, and that was nice. It always upset me afterwards, though, when my father would break open my works of art to eat the hard-boiled egg! When I got older I learned how to blow the insides out of the egg so that I could decorate the egg shell and never worry about the shell being broken on purpose to eat the egg. So I have managed to decorate and save several eggs that I bring out every year to put in a basket to decorate the foyer.
Well, it has taken a few days for my body to adjust to the Daylight Savings Time. I find that I have a harder time adjusting to the spring change than to the autumn change. The hardest part is convincing my stomach that it really is NOT time to eat yet! My stomach disagrees mightily with me on that point!
I was reading a news article about how the experts say that the idea behind Daylight Savings Time was to save energy, but that recent research suggests that has NOT been the result; in fact the opposite is true. MORE energy has been spent on air conditioning offices in the summer time. The experts have suggested (from what I understand ) that the Daylight Savings Time be completely abandoned. I would like to say that I would really like just stick with one or the other, this back and forth business is awful!