Monthly Archives: March 2015

A Period of Blackness

I’ve not posted in almost a week. Another “blackness” episode’s hit. I’ve been trying to work out of it. Like before, I’m sure it will lift at some point (I just hope it’s not as long as some of the bad ones). It’s usually a gradual thing, unlike the beginning – they come on like a lead weight dropping from six feet above. I’ll get a “sense” that something’s going on. I’ll start writing about it in my private journal (which I’ve done a lot less since starting the blog), do some meditation, do the “positive affirmation” thing. Then: WHAM!!! They still hit. This one was with a vengeance.

The difference here is that I think this one was brought on by massive anxiety. I discovered a little over a month ago that there’s a problem with part of my “nest egg”. Some stock I owned has fallen into the murky area of “escheatment”. Long story that doesn’t need to be gone into. The gist is that about a third of my savings is suddenly in jeopardy. And I’ve made little success in finding my property.

I called the SEC today – after telling their rep what’s happened, he said I should file a complaint. They’ll take action within 48 hours and that will hopefully get me to the point where I know what’s happened and I can take the next step. Knock on wood.

Anyhow, that’s all been going on in the background and has only augmented my general level of anxiety, anger, depression and inertia. The enjoyment I got from last week’s tourney games gave me only fleeting enjoyment before it was gone.

I’ve not been able to get out of the house but a couple of times. Whenever I think of going outside, I get the shakes and sweats something horrible. Even taking Frank out for his constitutionals brings this on. I drove him to the dog park – the whole way, I thought my heart was gonna go through my chest, it was beating so hard. I managed to stay for about an hour, but I was extremely edgy. I started getting anxious any time someone walked by. I don’t know what they thought when the reply they got from their cheerful “hello” was a grimace and a nod of the head. I finally had to gather up Frank and head home. Home to 14 bags of garbage piled up next to the front door because I can’t manage the trip to the dumpster. Home to the note on my door from the mail carrier, telling me in all caps to CLEAN OUT YOUR MAILBOX because I never get my mail. Home to the pile of dirty dishes in my kitchen sink (I don’t have a clue as to how long they’ve been there) and the piles of empty pizza boxes on the corner of my desk – take out I’ve ordered because I can’t bring myself to clean the kitchen. Home to my recliner, where I sat unmoving for almost 2 hours after the dog park trip because I felt like my skin would come off if it had the chance.  Frank was up on me after only a couple of minutes – he didn’t even wait for me to pick him up.  He licked my face for a while and then just laid down by my side, almost as unmoving as I was.  He’s a good friend and has been very supportive, even when I get this way.

I talked to Larry a couple of times, sent him a few Sox articles.  On the phone, I told him about the anxiety but didn’t go into much detail.  Tried to stay on topic with spring training. Maybe if I talk baseball, it’ll be cooperative and just go away.

A Red Sox story will sometimes strike a chord, bringing me into Excel – the first time it’s been open for months – to do some obscure, advanced baseball stat projection or to update my trip data. Hard to believe that only 4 months ago, I was living in Excel, managing stuff for clients, being productive. Now, my daily ritual is to visit some puzzles and games first thing in the morning. Then read news. Visit some Red Sox sites. Anything to try to avoid the evidence piled up around me that shows how nuts I am. After that , I kill time on Facebook, leaving puns or jokes where warranted, or sharing a video clip I find funny. I’ll post something about Frank, the NCAA tourney and the Red Sox. But I’m just whistling through the graveyard.  By the end of the day, I’m playing games again, or listening to YouTube videos.  I rarely watch TV (Since Sunday, I had been anxiously waiting … pun intended … for the Tourney to start up last night).

As I get further into the blackness, it gets harder and harder to maintain a superficial “happy face”.  And then there’s dealing with the rage that wells up in me when I read the political bullshit that’s posted by some of my friends. I mentioned in another post some time ago about how my “black-o-meter” was tied in to my political rants. Well, I went off a few times this week. Oh, some of them were deleted before I hit “Reply” so that I wasn’t being crossed off yet another’s “friend list”. But yesterday’s decision in Indiana (the so-called “Religious Freedom Restoration Act”) put me over the edge and I went on a rant about how disgusted I was by the lack of tolerance in this country (Yes, I’m intolerant of intolerance!  Ironic, isn’t it?) It didn’t make me feel any better – if anything, I was even more angry than I was before I started typing away.  But sometimes, that’s better than feeling numb.

A Facebook friend asked me today about a TV show I used to watch religiously. I told them that’s no longer the case, that I haven’t seen it OR the two other shows I used to never miss. I haven’t been able to watch them because they were so closely tied in with my last failed relationship. I gave it a go when the new season started, but had to turn it off after 15 minutes. And that was the last of it.

Donna’s response was quite touching – she posted something on my wall about her praying that I find peace and to keep the faith. I replied that I had pretty much lost faith and mentioned the current blackness I’m going through. THAT elicited a very warm response from a number of other folks, all telling me that they were holding me in their thoughts and prayers.

I’m in tears, writing this – not because I’m touched. I am, but that’s not the reason for the tears. That’s the first time I’ve mentioned openly about these black periods (except for this blog, which I’ve not made public to all my Facebook contacts … it’s easier to tell strangers than those I know). More than anything, I’m crying because I am ashamed and feeling tremendously unworthy of the encouragement my friends are trying to provide. A “man” – especially a big man like me – should have been able to get past all this crap by now, that I am weak, that I am so damaged. I see posts of encouragement from a couple of the PTSD blogs I follow. One of them – “PTSD Break the Silence” said how my symptoms are “not a sign of weakness, they are signs of having tried to remain strong for so long.” It just sounds empty and nothing more than an excuse. I have given up on therapy. The meds only made me numb – and an Internet connection is a helluva lot cheaper than what the freaking prescriptions cost! So I’m back to where I was when I started this blog – following through on a pretty drastic lifestyle change with the “hope” (about the only hope I can manage right now) that it will help me achieve some level of peace.

I’m also tired. And scared … I’m unable to get out of the apartment and yet in just 2 months, I’m not going to have a permanent residence? How is THAT going to go down? I’ve no choice to go forward and push through. I just wish I could fast-forward through everything and be ready to leave tomorrow. I have a feeling the next two months are going to be very difficult.

I’m writing all of this because there is supposedly power in sharing these struggles. But most of all, my old therapist encouraged me to write through these episodes. It’s taken me almost 6 days of procrastination to get there. Consider this a look-in on my private therapy journal. It’s been a bad couple of days.


Posted by on March 27, 2015 in Musings


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Busted Brackets

Sad Frank

An “All Wildcat” NCAA Final? Please! Let that NOT happen!”

Like everyone else in the world, Frank filled out his NCAA bracket before the Dance started yesterday.

His Final Four were:

  • East Bracket – The North Carolina State Wolfpack
  • South Bracket – The Gonzaga Bulldogs
  • Midwest Bracket – The Butler Bulldogs
  • West Bracket – The Wofford College Terriers

He had University of Kentucky at the bottom of his bracket … along with Villanova, LSU, Davidson, University of Cincinnati and Arizona.  I explained to him that Kentucky had gone the entire season without a loss – he shrugged it off.  I told him that we had a possibility of a championship game featuring two teams of Wildcats!  He put his paws over his ears and started in with the “Yip, Yip, Yip, Yip, Yip” (which I think means, “Na Na Na Na Na” in Beaglese).

I asked him why Cincy was at the bottom – his reply?  “They’re the Bearcats!”  When I tried to explain that they’re not really “cats”, that it’s an entire different animal species, he simply wouldn’t hear it … “I’m not taking any chances,” he said.  If Frank is anything, he’s thorough!

He didn’t take it too well when LSU beat NC State yesterday – imagine a tiger beating a pack of wolves?  Shameful!  He’s holding out hope that either The University of Georgia Bulldogs or the University of Albany Terriers take the East Bracket now, adding to yesterday’s bracket busting.  But he’s laying all his biscuits on Gonzaga at this point.


Go Beagles!!!!

Frank couldn’t do any worse than I did with my picks.  I’ve already lost one of my Final Four in Iowa State.  My other three?  Arizona, Kentucky and Virginia, but I haven’t had the heart to tell Frank that I’ve picked the Wildcats (Arizona, not Kentucky) to beat Virginia in the championship … so …


(And he is totally pissed that there isn’t a single beagle mascot in the entire Dance.  He keeps hoping the Charlotte School of Law will someday field a team.  Their mascot?  The “Legal Beagle”.)

Go Beagles!  Fight That Bail!  Appeal That Sentence!  Nope, doesn’t quite have that “ring” to it.  Sorry, Frank.




Edit 3/21/15

Frank is very upset with me – I misread the Tiger / Wolfpack score.  NC State actually won!  So Frank’s still got three of his four “Dawg” teams alive.  (If one of them wins the whole shebang, he is going to be very difficult to live with!)


Posted by on March 20, 2015 in Frank Speaks


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Frank’s Favorite Place

Hide and Seek Frank

It was Frank’s turn to hide when I took this shot.

The weather was great here in Charleston this afternoon, so Frank and I headed over to James Island County Park.  The dog park there is magnificent … it has over 4 acres of fenced-in open field (okay, so that’s a bit of an oxymoron, I know).  There are also three doggie beaches, which Frank took full advantage of back during the sweltering heat we had last August and early September.  Oh yeah, full disclosure … I found it a bit disconcerting when I saw the “Warning: Be on the lookout for alligators” sign the first time we went there.  I asked a park ranger about it one time, who said, “I wouldn’t worry … if there’s a gator, people are going to let you know when you arrive.”  My response was, “Okay, but that doesn’t do much good for the dog that gets to the park first, does it?”

We’ve gone there enough that Frank recognizes the turnoff from the main road.  Once we’re headed toward the gate, I can hear his tail going “Thwap, thwap, thwap against the rear passenger seats, after which comes the little “let me out, let me out” squeals of delight.  By the time we’re parked, he’s wishing he knew how to open the back door so he didn’t have to wait for me!

Today, Frank was enjoying the company of a young lab.  The lab (his name was “Bogus”) was really playful … Bogus would run around Frank and then playfully crouch, after which Frank would do the same.  This led into a full-out game of “hide and seek”, where it seemed like they were actually taking turns running around a bush or a fence while the other one looked for him.

Heading for play

Once he takes care of “business,” Frank’s ready to return to the action!

The crowd there is great, and so are the dogs … I’ve seen just about every size and breed you can imagine since our first visit last July.  Everyone does a great job ensuring the dogs get along.  Yes, there’s an occasional bit of rough play – Frank even had a little dust up this past summer with a dog that was being overly protective of his owner – but everyone is pretty quick to step in and get control of their dogs when that happens.  And for the most part, it’s “kiss and make up”, after which they all go back to running around and enjoying themselves.

We’ll get in a few more visits before June 1st.  Oh yeah, Frank is snoring away on his bed, right next to my desk.  He’s exhausted!

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Posted by on March 15, 2015 in Frank Speaks


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Seasoning My Vagabond Stew …

It’s not that the last few days have been particularly eventful – it’s just that little things have started to come together for my journey. The process is sort of like making stew … you research the recipe, do the shopping, prep the veggies and the meat, and add your seasonings.  The broth’s added in the final stages. A little simmering and you have your stew.

For my particular “vagabond stew,” I’ve put my recipe together and have been occupied with shopping for all the ingredients.  This week, some of the spices arrived.  Sure, you can make stew without the spices – it’s just not going to be all that tasty!

fenway south

The Red Sox spring training facility is modeled after Fenway Park. It even has its own “Green Monster” … a nice addition to the Grapefruit League!

I already mentioned that the SiriusXM stuff had arrived.  I’ve been enjoying the speaker deck quite a bit, managing to listen to a few Grapefruit and Cactus League games.  But on Tuesday, I finally got around to doing the car install!  It was really much easier than I thought it was going to be … the dock is affixed to one of the air conditioning vents, with the power cord neatly tucked along the side of the center console and connected into the auxiliary power slot (I guess I’m going to have to make sure my cell phone is charged before I get in the car, unless there are inexpensive splitters available that would allow me to charge it while I’m using the Onyx Plus).

The unit broadcasts directly through the dashboard radio – I just have to tune both to a common channel and voila!  I’m hearing about Mookie Betts’ blast hitting at the base of the Little Monster at Fenway South, Boston’s spring training facility in Fort Myers, FL. I didn’t even have to do an external installation on the antenna … it’s sitting in the window, right underneath the Azera’s inspection sticker.  So spice number one’s been taken care of – after all, you can’t have a vagabond stew without a little entertainment!

A second spice arrived on Wednesday – my dark cherry wood hiking staff, courtesy of Down East Walking Sticks.  I can’t fully express how happy I am with it.  Nice and solid, it has a great feel in the hand.  Barrie made it a little thicker than he usually does – like I said before, a big stick for a big guy!  Frank and I gave it a test run over to the park and back and it helped my knees quite a bit. It’s going to really add  “smoothing” and “balance” to the journey’s overall flavor.

Today I picked up a spice that I’ve never tried before. I got my first taste of fly fishing when I attended a full day course at a local angler’s shop.  I have always wanted to learn to fly fish.  Granted, I’ve done a lot of fishing in my life, mostly salt-water.  The few times I’ve gone the fresh water route, it’s typically been for bass.  But I’ve always heard that there’s something very “Zen” about fly fishing.  Every time I’ve had an opportunity to give it a shot, fear and anxiety have gotten in the way, so I’m especially proud of myself that I managed to make it to the class today.


There won’t be anyone confusing me with Brad Pitt out on the river. Trust me!

I actually did pretty well and there’s definitely a “yin-yang” approach involved.  The keys are to maintain control while letting go (see how opposing those two ideas are?), and then letting your equipment do the bulk of the work.  One maintains control over the wrist and arm:  you move your arm rhythmically back and forth within a small arc without bending your wrist, all the while keeping your elbow on an even plane.  You let go by trusting that you’re not having to add “oomph” in order to get the line out there – the rhythm of your movement, combined with speedy stops and starts at each end of the arc will take care of that. And once you “get it”, the fly line is front-weighted so that when it’s released, it basically pulls the rest of the line off the reel.  I’m not going to say it’s easier than it sounds – at least it wasn’t for me because I’ve always had a hard time getting out of my own way and trusting (which was one of the reasons why i wanted to learn how to fly fish).

After a short while, I did “get” it!  By the end of the session, I was consistently managing casts of between 70-80 feet without any excess line pooling on the ground along the way.  What was really cool was picking out a leaf on the field where we were practicing and actually being able to land the end of the line within a couple feet of it.  That really got me feeling “goosebumpy”!

I’m counting on this spice to add some body to the stew. Figuratively and literally … I really enjoy trout, especially when it’s cooked and eaten outdoors!

I didn’t buy a fly rod today … I wanted to hurry home to check on Frank.  This is the longest he’s been by himself since he and I became companions and I was a bit anxious to see what he might have decided to taste” in my absence.  He didn’t disappoint.  Immediately inside the front door, I found Duck, fully decapitated with all his polyester stuffing strewn across the floor – his way of letting me know that he did not appreciate having to entertain himself for the bulk of the day.  He’s sitting at my feet as I type and it seems like I’ve suddenly developed a new appendage. Every time I get up, he’s walking next to me with less than six inches separating the two of us (which is okay except for the two times I’ve turned suddenly to get something or other and have nearly fallen face-first over him! And here I thought I was the only one in the home having to deal with massive anxiety!)

Before signing off tonight, I’ve one thing to add. You’ve probably noticed all the food references. It’s my way of paying homage to another blog I’ve recently discovered: Empires, Cannibals, and Magic Fish Bones.  I don’t really know how to describe the offering over there except to say that it combines four of my favorite things:  good food, good drink, good literature and good music!  Rather than try to explaining further (which would probably confuse you rmore), I suggest you head over and take a gander yourself! Today’s menu includes pork bellies, whiskey, the Appalachian Book of the Dead and Johnny Cash – yep, you read that right.  I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.



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Posted by on March 14, 2015 in Bloggers I like, Planning


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Coming to Grips With My Ancestry

I’m not sure if I mentioned it on the blog before, but within the past couple of years, I’ve discovered some interesting things about my ancestry. Through the web, I found a cousin who created a genealogy website … our respective fathers were brothers, so we share a common lineage through our grandfather Cox.


A replica of the Godspeed … can you imagine crossing the Atlantic in THAT small ship?

Anyhow, she has posted ancestry records going back thirteen generations and has discovered that our great-many-times-over grandfather arrived in America on the 3rd sailing of the Godspeed to Jamestown, the first English settlement in the U.S.

William Coxe was 12 years old when he arrived in 1610, accompanied by his sister Elizabeth, who was sister-in-law to Thomas West, better known as the 3rd Lord de la Warr. You guessed it, he’s the fellow who gave his name to the state of Delaware!

It was tough times back then. Starvation, Indian attacks, disease, all took their toll on those settlers. When the first census was done in 1625 (it was called a “muster” because it was as much about counting arms and ammunition reserves as it was counting people), William was one of the only men from the 3rd sailing that was still alive.

Since he arrived before 1616, William was accorded “Original Planter” status, which means nothing today (except that I am eligible to be a member of the Jamestown Society). Back then though, it meant that he was given 100 acres of land along the James River. He received another 150 acre grant later on for bringing three people over to join the settlement in the New World.

That’s where my American roots started. The Cox family (the “e” was dropped by William’s son, John) continued to grow on the Virginia Peninsula, moving northwest into what is today Henrico County. Five generations later, Henry Cox moved his family to Blount County, Tennessee in 1796, but not before his son, Curd, joined the Virginia militia and fought in the pivotal Battle of Guilford Courthouse. The British outnumbered the Revolutionary forces two-to-one and were the tactical victors, but the battle inflicted heavy casualties on General Cornwallis’ army. They were slowed down enough to lose their foothold and seven months later, Cornwallis surrendered in Yorktown.

After coming to Tennessee, Curd moved his family north into the Knoxville area, which is where his descendants … at least the ones that are part of my lineage … remained into present time. My grandfather’s farm (which I’ve mentioned in another post) was located just outside of Knoxville.

Curd Cox gravesite

Curd Cox was the first of my ancestors to settle in the Knoxville, Tennessee area

Curd’s grandson, Charles … my great-grandfather … fought in the Civil War, and this was a bone of contention between some members of my family. A large percentage of the population in Knox and nearby Anderson counties were opposed to secession, and there were a lot of skirmishes between their residents and those of bordering counties. Confederate military records indicate that a Charles Cox deserted his post in Memphis. My grandmother insisted that “No Cox ever deserted!”. Others suggested that upon hearing how bad things were at home (with most of the crops being confiscated to feed soldiers), Charles might have been one of the many soldiers that left their posts to take care of their families. I’d like to think that Charles and his family were against the war and that he might have been conscripted into the army against his will. Who knows?

The Cox family stayed in Tennessee until the Depression, when my grandfather moved his family north, first to Steubenville, Ohio and then to Ridgefield Park, New Jersey, looking for work in the paper mills. That’s where my father and mother met. My grandparents later moved back to Tennessee, to the farm I mentioned earlier.

I’ve been giving serious thought to changing my vagabond plans for 2016 so that I’m spending the bulk of the year in Eastern Tennessee and Virginia. I had already planned on heading through those two states, on my way up the East Coast.  But maybe I’ll dawdle a bit and spend some time tracing the path of my ancestors. We’ll see

That was a pretty roundabout introduction to the title of this post – “Coming to grips with my ancestry.”

One of the things that stood out to me as I read through the life stories of all my ancestors – they were slaveowners. On reading the wills that were part of the genealogical records, I saw how one Cox bequeathed a slave or slaves to his children … and that happened numerous times down the line, starting with William Coxe. Given how they were large landowners, I guess it shouldn’t have come as a surprise. But I have to say that I was impacted by actually seeing the proof. It’s not that I feel “white man’s guilt” – I don’t. More than anything, I feel sad.

It explains a lot though … it explains the attitude of other members of my famiy. I know my grandfather and his father were Klan. I remember how my cousin was sent home from school one day for calling another kid in school a n—-r, being told that the proper word was “negro”. My great-grandmother, with whom he was living at the time, sent him right back to school with a note saying, “You don’t call a chigger a chegro!” And my family laughed about that – the story was told repeatedly at family gatherings and became part of the “Cox lore” (which included stories such as my grandfather beating up bus drivers that had cut him off in traffic, and various other relatives getting into brouhahas).

That … the pride of ignorance disgusts me. It did back when I first heard the stories as a boy and it does today. As someone who grew up during the civil rights decade of the 60’s, I’d like to think that prejudice is dying in this country, but then comes the news report about the incident at the University of Oklahoma this past week. And I have to wonder, what will it take before we see Martin Luther King Jr.’s dream come true?

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

At least the first part has come true.  I know that first hand! Hopefully the second part comes true soon. I don’t think we’re there yet and I don’t know if it’ll happen in my lifetime. But I can hope.



Posted by on March 12, 2015 in Musings


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SiriusXM … We Have Liftoff!

Sirius-XM-5 satellite

Hey Satellite! You’ve got a new subscriber down here!

As I type, I am listening to MLB Network Radio’s “Tour of Spring Training” on my Onyx Plus radio!  HOO-rah!

I have to say, the rest of my purchasing experience went pretty well.  It still took a decent amount of time, but that’s on me, seeing as how I was looking for a deal.  And I had quite the serendipitous experience when it came to purchasing my Onyx Plus radio.

I was “watching” three radios that were being offered on eBay. More were available, but these were the only items where the bids were starting out well below the MSRP and were from sellers with a 100% positive rating. Two of them were new and one was used.  By the way, when I started out, the radios were also being offered at Amazon for $74 and change, so that was the baseline I was using … I’d have to see a pretty good discount from the Amazon price in order to do a deal.

The used radio was the first auction ending … last Friday around 1pm.  When I put my bid in (at 1 minute before closing), the last price was $51.50.  I bid $56.52 but didn’t get it.  It wound up selling for $58.50 (with free shipping).  So I started following the other bids a little more intently.  Both were set to close shortly after 6pm.

Around 6pm, a little voice went off in my head – “Go check at Amazon one last time before you submit your bids.”  I did, and was amazed to discover that they had dropped their price overnight!  I wound up buying a new one directly from Amazon for $60.55!  Talk about lucky!  I wound up getting one for $4 more than what I was willing to pay for the used one (and would have kicked myself afterwards if the deal had gone through.)  Total drive-out price for the radio and the dock – $119.10, which was a little more than $100 savings from MSRP and $60 less than the “special” price from SiriusXM that would have required my subscribing to radio service at full price.  Pretty good, huh?

The radio and speaker dock arrived this afternoon, so I went online to register the radio and buy a subscription.  I had found a discount code that offered 6 months service for $25 and had no problem getting that discount okay’d by the SiriusXM representative who helped me via online chat.  Including the royalty fee and taxes I’m getting half a year’s service for $33 which I think is a real bargain!

By the way, the signal is great!  I just plopped the antenna in my apartment window … it faces southeast, but I’ve angled the antenna a bit towards the south.  Hopefully I get as good reception when I’m out on the road.

The renewal will be billed at about $111 when my current subscription ends in September, but they’ll notify me by email before then, which will give me time to see what I can do about negotiating a better deal with them going out from there.  But today?  I’m very happy today.


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Posted by on March 9, 2015 in Planning


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I Hate Daylight Savings Time!


It starts today, Gene… and I HATE it!

Hate it, hate it, HATE IT!!!!!!!

(And there ain’t enough exclamation points available to get that across!)

The whole concept is absurd. My body works on an inner clock.  I pretty much wake up at the same time every day, unless I’m having a bout of insomnia or I’m feeling under the weather. No alarm clock jangling … my inner clock knows when it’s time to get up. That “same time” has changed a little with circumstance … I used to wake up between 5:00 and 5:15 every morning. Now, it’s about an hour later.  But my eyes open when my brain tells them, “Time to open up shop, little buddies.”

That inner clock doesn’t need anything screwing with it.  And every March, it gets screwed with.  It throws me off.  It’s used to doing things at certain times and gets pissy when it’s forced into routines that are out of whack from when it thinks things should happen.

Friends laugh at me – they think I’m nuts (I tell them that I am, but for many reasons other than this. That’s a different story, though.) Regardless, there have been scientific studies showing that many people’s “Circadian Rhythm” is impacted by DST.  And I happen to be one of those guys. By the way, that same study said that in the weeks following the initial clock change, there is a spike in heart attacks and suicides, so it ain’t just me folks!

One other little tidbit – do you know WHY we have daylight savings time?  It’s not because of farmers getting up early.  And it’s not because of Ben Franklin, either.  He advocated for a “standard” time so that everyone could be on the same schedule. And while he was a strong believer in early rising … remember “Early to bed, early to rise”? … he never said we should change the freaking clocks once the standard was established!

No, the reason we have Daylight Savings Time is … are you ready?  GOLF!!!!  Freaking golf! Are you shitting me?  William Willett was the first to suggest DST because he was tired of getting up in the dark so he could play golf.  Yeah, well, it’s not directly the cause, but when I first read that I only got more ticked.  I remember George C. Scott’s character in the movie “Taps”. He was a retired general running a military school for young kids and was faced with its impending closure.  Someone suggested he take up golf.  His response? “The idea of running around, chasing a little ball with an alligator on my tit … God, it makes me want to puke!”  That’s me. Larry’s been after me from time to time to take up golf but I’ve never been able to bring myself around to doing it.  But I digress. (By the way Larry – I don’t begrudge how much you enjoy the game. I look forward to the next time we go out to the putting green and do $1 a hole like we did 20 years ago.)


I’m with you chief. It’s idiotic!

Other studies have shown that we don’t use less energy, it’s not safer, there isn’t less crime nor are there fewer traffic accidents, it doesn’t increase voter turnout. (That was a supposed benefit? Seriously?  How about giving us some decent candidates that aren’t in the lobbyists’ pockets? Did you ever think of that?).  And yet despite all those studies, we still have it. And guess what … the days get longer during the summer anyhow! We don’t need to artificially change the clocks for that to happen – it’s nature! But then, seeing as how so many of our esteemed politicians don’t believe in natural law, I can see why they’re not in any hurry to change things.

I have options.  I could move to Arizona.  Yeah, there’s an idea – I mean, I’ve lived through hell most of my life, I might as well move there!  Arizona, at least to me, is one of the most backward-thinking places in this country and with the exception of the Grand Canyon, the painted desert and the Arizona Diamondbacks, I can’t think of a single redeeming thing that would cause me to move there (and there goes my one follower from Arizona)!  ;o)

Hopefully when I get on the road it will impact me less.  I won’t be on a clock per se, with the exception of check-in and check-out days at my campsites.  But I’d still feel much better if Daylight Savings Time was done away with.

I’m grumpy. I’m crotchety. I’m irritated. I’m fidgety.  So please forgive my Sunday morning rant. I’ll be okay. November 1st is just around the corner.


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Posted by on March 8, 2015 in Musings


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