I thought about telling you how delighted I am that the clock in my bathroom will finally be the right time — again — after this weekend. Clock setting and resetting is almost as annoying as the actual shift in time; it seems like only yesterday we were “this close” to eliminating daylight saving nonsense when the U.S.
took a healthy run at eliminating it in 2022, but ultimately failed. I’d like to tip my hat to Saskatchewan for digging in its heels way back and refusing to play. And are you really a Canadian if you didn’t grow up hearing that your favourite show would be starting at 9 p.
m., 9:30 in Newfoundland? We have the power, it’s just that some of us can’t seem to use it. Instead of getting cranky about owning a cat who will not respect what any clock tells her, I’ll instead use this space to remind everyone to replace the batteries in their smoke detectors.
When the boys were in preschool, the fire department used to send a couple of firefighters to teach the little ones about fire safety. One explained to me that getting to the kids early was a great way to get information back to their homes. Small kids are fascinated by firefighters and pay attention, and nobody talks more incessantly than a small child obsessed with something.
Christopher came home demanding to know what our evacuation plan was. He wanted to know where our mesh safety ladders were kept. He insisted I test each smoke detector and informed me the carbon monoxide detector was not in.