Body still adjusting to daylight saving time

Last week, I wrote about daylight saving time and how my body doesn’t adjust to it quickly. This year is no different. Today, I found myself at Total Fitness for a bit of a workout, and yawning, while riding an exercise bike.

While exercising is to energize a person, I was anything but, as I dragged through my routine. Could it be because I have a difficult time falling asleep when the clock says 11, but my body thinks it is only 10? Then there is the alarm clock that insists upon waking me up while I am in my deepest sleep pattern.

My internal clock usually wakes me up at 6, but now that 6 is what would be 5 a week ago, it is in open rebellion. I don’t even know when to get hungry anymore, but if it’s mealtime, I eat anyway.

March is now going past the midpoint. Most high schools have started softball practice. Games are scheduled for later this month, and if the snow stays away, they should get the games in as planned.

My birthday is fast approaching, although, that will be one of my busier weeks of the month. On Monday, there is changeover day at the LCFS thrift store in Shawano, where I am in charge of changing over the children’s winter clothing to spring and summer clothing.

I used to have grandchildren that would help me, but they grew up, as they should, so I might be on my own, along with the other volunteers at the store.

I’ll be making one of the soups for the Lenten soup supper on Wednesday that week. I volunteered to make the soup, so I am not complaining, just seems that at times a lot of things are happening all in one week.

Life was a lot easier when I was the kid and my parents were in charge. They would be planning a birthday party for me on or near the day. I would be hoping for no snowstorm, but it seems late snowstorms were common in the days of yesteryear.

We didn’t have a telephone, but somehow, everyone would know when a party was happening, and extended family and neighbors would come. It is funny, I don’t recall any presents. That wasn’t what I got excited about. I simply enjoyed the company and having cream soda to drink. Soda wasn’t something that was on hand on a regular basis. It was only reserved for special occasions.

I especially remember the year I was 6. I was missing some of my front teeth, and I could not say six. Pa would ask me how old I was, and I would say something that sounding a bit like sick.

“You’re sick?” he would tease, with that twinkle in his eye.

While I knew he was teasing, I kept repeating, and even went so far as to put up six fingers, all to no avail. If Pa was in the teasing mood, I knew it wasn’t a passing fancy, and I really didn’t mind.

Whatever happened to the days of birthday parties, where young and old would gather at a house and play games and just have fun? The guys would usually play sheepshead, while women were getting the food ready. The kids had fun sneaking soda and just plain tearing around.

It seemed the advent of the TVs heralded the end of the togetherness of neighbors and families. A TV didn’t come into the house I grew up in until I was in seventh grade.