Let us set aside the mechanical act of moving the clock hands forward, and think instead on the clock’s underlying connection to the seasonal changes in our natural world, that since the dark blot of the winter solstice, when for all we knew it would just keep getting darker each day until there was only darkness, and our faltering memories of light would drop into the abyss like unrecoverable moments of childhood, that since then nearly three months have passed, and light has returned more and more each new day, ameliorating seasonal affective disorder among those diagnosed with it as well as those merely grimmer and testier than before, and with this added light there is budding hope for a rebirth of sorts, not one to turn back the hands of time to when I didn’t have high blood pressure and skin tags, but a more modest one which arrives with sweet aromas and pleasing warmth.
Let us set aside the mechanical act of moving the clock hands forward, and think instead on the clock's underlying connection to the seasonal changes in our natural world...
jonathancanterHere is what I said about myself on the back page of my 2020 humor/drama/politico novel "The Debutante (and the Bomb Factory)" (edited here, for clarity):
"Jonathan Canter Is a retIred attorney; widower; devoted father and grandfather (sounds like my obit); lifelong resident of Greater Boston; graduate of Harvard College (where he was an editor of The Harvard Lampoon); fan of waves and wolves; sporadic writer of dry and sometimes dark humor (see "Lucky Leonardo" (Sourcebooks, 2004), funny to the edge of tears); gamesman (see "A Crapshooter’s Companion"(2019), existential thriller and life manual); and part-time student of various ephemeral things."
The Deb and Lucky are available on Amazon. The Crapshooter is available by request to the author in exchange for a dinner invitation.
As always Jon, your story delights – and not too far off the offered prompt.
And hallelujah, you now have two pairs of eyeglasses to go missing!
Dana Susan,
Thank you for liking my story and for seeing correlation to the prompt, at least in the first part of it. Re the new and old eyeglasses, in my experience having two pair around accelerates the likelihood that one of them will be quickly lost because I will be less mindful knowing I can lose one without bad consequence and will take advantage of the opportunity. I guess in retrospect my error was in acting too precipitously in ordering the refill.
Ah yes Jon, we’re damned if we’re precipitous and damned if we slow poke it!
My presumption is that the pagans at Stonehenge lived pre-damnation lives, without fear of condemnation by an invisible omniscient overseer, but I could be mistaken.
I will pray; interesting take on lightness and dark and the changing of seasons, Jon. We are, at our roots, primal creatures, connected to the cycles of the earth’s seasons. We lose that at our peril.
Glad you found your glasses. As some wit once said – they are always the last place you look. Ah, those hidden pockets!
Thanks Betsy. I am always happy to get out of February and see April in the headlights. As for the glasses, I told them they were grounded, indefinitely.
My wife frequently makes fun of my coat and jacket fetish, especially how long I will keep one that has that just-tight feel.
My personal Heavy Winter Jacket is referred to as The Great Coat. It weight too much to wear regularly, but when I have to walk the dog on a polar vortex Chicago morning, it’s like I am wearing a house. The sleeves are long enough that I need not even wear gloves.
A good coat is a good coat no matter if it looks its age. There’s a real comfort element to an old friend coat. And mine is still warm as toast except that it doesn’t zip so the cold wind can cut in between the snaps. And I find new pockets all the time.
LOL about your glasses, Jonathan. Things always turn up when you replace them. I guess having a second pair will help next time you lose them, although is it possible to misplace both? Maybe you can affix a tracking tile to one pair? I love how my Apple watch pings until I find my phone.
Thank you for joining me in idle conjecture re the comings and goings of my eyeglasses. I am a believer in the value of tracking devices, but I see virtue in the old-fashioned way of not losing things in the first place