Flipping the clock back

Or turning it back, or having another time zone change. 

Whatever. There were three hours change from the North American west coast to Hawaii. This morning we had another change of an hour to put us on the same time as Pago Pago in American Samoa. Tomorrow morning we will do it again taking us to GMT – 12. This particular time zone creates a bit of a challenge. There isn’t anyone who lives there – so attempting to look it up on a smart phone doesn’t work. The two islands – Baker & Howland  aren’t inhabited by Homo sapiens. 

I can throughly understand why the ship doesn’t want to change two hours at once, There is enough confusion as it is. Of note – some of the confusion could be decreased if whomever controls the electronic wayfarer boards around the ship was a bit more prompt in keeping them on time. Not changing them till 0600 (back to 0500) creates a lot of confusion. and irritation among those who are up early.

BTW – the above discussion isn’t academic for me – I have some CME Zoom’s every Tuesday. Do I stay on the old time zone so that I know when to log in? Or do I attempt to stay on the ship’s time while mentally tracking the old time? ARGH!

The seas have been a bit rougher today. Nothing terribly major, but enough that the rock & roll is easy to feel.  It has been enough that I have heard complaints, whines, and discussions about which sea sickness meds work the best. 

 

 

About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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