GroundHog’s Day

It’s Monday – May 2, 2016. For the second time. At midnight the clocks were put back a day resulting in us getting a second chance to get 2 May right.

Everyone remember the old Bill Murray movie?  It was a favorite at Blue Factory, summer of 1998 where I think it played every night to an unpacked room for months on end. I was considered a wet blanket because I made them show it as the second feature of the double bill, rather than the first which really took down its popularity especially after my Signal’s LT installed a multi-player bootleg copy of a shooter game on the server. Now, instead of whining the evening and nightshift spent their time stalking through the castle, fortress and surrounds killing each other off.

Back to Ground Hog’s Day. It is not February. It is not Pennsylvania. And it most certainly is not snowing. But is is Monday, all over again. My family, instead of being 19, 17, 16 hours behind me so that I could happily communicate with them from the future has transitioned to be ahead of me on the time zone world clock.

I am now coping with the [not] fun of electronics that don’t want to be set back a day. It is extremely hard to upload photos to a website when the computer has labeled them as “taken tomorrow….. And it is almost the same thing with my watch. If I update it today – I will lose all of yesterday’s exercise data. Instead I am waiting till tomorrow since today was my “down day.”

Not that I am superstitious or anything. But it just seemed that this would not be a good day on which to push my luck. Good excuse, that, for blowing off formal night…..

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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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