The Dreaded DST

When the time changed to Daylight Savings Time, Marina at Marina Kanavaki — Art Towards a Happy Day, made a comment about “the dreaded DST!” I told her that was a good song title. I had intended to write and record the song a couple of weeks ago, but DST got in the way. It seems I’m always coming up an hour short. I did the calculations to answer the question about how much daylight we save each year, and address them in the song.

The Dreaded DST
Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price
Inspired by Marina Kanavaki

Daylight blinds fools who have no skills
They create silly rules they are so unreal
Daylight’s scarce, why don’t we care?
We save it eight months out of… every year

Bedtime at ten feels like nine
Don’t feel sleepy? Have more wine
It’s midnight damn, the bottle’s empty
I’m still awake… I’m feeling pretty cranky

Now we’re on the dreaded DST
Body clocks are broken why can’t we see
That hour we save every single day
Is two-hundred forty hours of daylight that we have… stashed away

Alarm at five it feels like four
Like a zombie, I hit the door
Preparation-H on the old toothbrush
Toothpaste up my… Whew! What a rush

No time to shower, sleepin’ on the job,
Stinkin’ up the office, what a slob
Head bobs up and down, fishing at the screen
My boss is cranky… making quite a scene

Now we’re on the dreaded DST
Body clocks are broken why can’t we see
We can look forward to falling back
We get one-hundred twenty hours of daylight from… our stash

We’ve changed to DST for 56 years
That’s six-thousand seven-hundred hours, my dear
Of daylight, we’ve been banking away
So let’s go spend it on our… sanity

Now we’re on the dreaded DST
Body clocks are broken why can’t we see
That hour we save every single day
Is two-hundred forty hours of daylight that we have… stashed away

Marina’s Incognito Pear Tree

Morning contrails

Mama Owl was sowing her head last night. The Owlets might have hatched.

Afternoon clouds

Pearl Crescents Courting

“Hi there big little boy!”

Romance is in the air and on the Shasta Daisies, as the Pearl Cresent Butterflies have been courting with standoffs and flurries of fluttery foolery in the flowers. I assume the smaller butterflies are the males.

“This is my good side.”

“Well? Are you just going to stand there and gawk at me?”

Lady Cresent in waiting.

She didn’t have to wait long.

The male paused to savor the view of Lady Crescent’s beautiful butterfly behind.

An advance.

Fluttery butterfly foolery in the flower.

I found these two had snuck off into the weeds to do the butterfly bad thing.

This is what they call the “Butterly Position”.