Kelly's Quotidian

Dogs don’t appreciate daylight savings.
For 2 days in a row now, chubbapotomous has almost riotously interrupted my typing away at the computer. When I follow her urgent grunts into the living room she literally stampedes over to her bowl and points at it with her nose. Ears perked up she looks from the bowl to me in quick succession. I can almost see her thinking “Get my dinner you slow bitch!”. When I don’t move to remedy the situation tout suit, she snorts in disgust and points the nose from bowl to me again. To them it’s 6 o’clock and it’s dinner time, not 5. They don’t get the “Fall Back” collective arrangement we’ve got going on. Daylight savings is a fascinating cultural event. We all, except the crusty Arizona peeps, agree to change time. That’s amazing. Now we accept this with a few grumbles (especially in the Spring), but I can’t imagine what it was like when this practice was first instituted! To me it flushes to the surface how we really do create reality. So much of our reality is tied to time…Money as a belief system is the other phenomena that blows me away. The nice concreteness of barter systems is more my speed. But that’s another post’s business. Back to my pwups baleful eyes of hunger…I guess all I can really do is promise that in the Spring, the karma wheel will turn and bring the kibble sooner:-)