Last January, I struggled with the pronunciation of 2010. Twenty-Ten? Two-Thousand-Ten? Eventually, I was told that the correct pronunciation was Twenty Ten. Okay.
This year, I’m again confused. Twenty Eleven? Two Thousand and Eleven? Most of the radio commercials here in Charleston have decided to go with Tweny-Leven, which I’m fairly certain is not the proper pronunciation, but it sure does roll off the tongue real nice.
It is no longer dark when I leave work, which makes me insanely happy. Sometimes I worry at my emotional stability by how happy certain things make me. Like the sun setting a minute later every day. I got so excited about the sun staying up longer, that I figured I needed to know more about when this whole daily light saving thing was going to happen.
I found this sweet little website, and I learned a few things I’d like to share. First, and most importantly, mark your calendars for March 13, 2011, because that is when summer officially begins as far as I’m concerned. Then, I want you all to know that it is Daylight Saving Time, and not Daylight SavingS Time. Saving is used here as a verbal adjective (a participle). It modifies time and tells us more about it’s nature, namely, that it is characterized by the activity of saving daylight. The site goes on to say that the term Daylight Shifting Time or Daylight Time Shifting would be more accurate, but neither is politically desirable. (I find this interesting. What makes it undesirable? People don’t want the government shifting around their daylight? Hmm.) The US of A begins daylight saving time two weeks before Europe in the spring, and ends it a week later in the fall, giving us A-mare-ic-uns three more weeks of extra daylight shifting. The website has a lot of other interesting facts, none of which I find interesting enough to discuss right now, other than to say that the idea behind DST is attributed to Ole Benjamin Franklin.
I went to New York last weekend for an engagement party for Libby and Bryan. The party was Mad Men themed, and I have to say I believe it was a complete success. I succeeded in teasing my hair up about half a foot on my head. I hadn’t been to New York in TWO YEARS. It was a quick trip, and the weather was BRRR, but it was really fun. There was tons of snow. And wine. Haha.
The weather tomorrow is suppose to be sunny, high 63, and the weather on Sunday is suppose to be Sunny, high 67. I’m so happy it is friday, and I’m so happy about the impending sunshine and the fact that it is only going to get warmer from here on out. I anxiously await the day where my feet and shoulders are bare, the humidity causes my sunglasses to fog up when I go outside, and the inside of my car is consistently over 110 degrees. I’m dreaming of beer with condensation, leather seats that burn the back of your thighs, and the smell of sunscreen. Happy Sigh.
the thin line between optimism and delusion... 
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