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Time Travels

Something weird is happening to me. I look at the clock, like right now at 7:48 a.m. and think: it’s coming up on 11 in the morning on the East Coast.   Last night I wanted to call someone at 8p.m. and had to remind myself that they might already be in bed, asleep.

Except for the years in Tennessee and six months in Colorado, I have lived my entire life in the Eastern Time Zone. This awareness of the time difference is not new to me, of course, but its in my face presence is. timezonemapdateline

This may have grown into a concept that being on the East Coast meant I was one of the first in the U.S. to wake, to get moving, to fill my day. Now that I am on the West Coast, it seems I am “late”.

I have always liked to be not only “on time” for an event or an appointment, but perhaps 5 minutes early. In college I ran late  once and preferred to skip class than walk in 10 minutes late. (Not a wise choice, Sam.) Being late, or having to wait because someone is late, is one of my pet peeves.  Having a smart phone to fill time while I have to wait helps, and I used to carry a book with me before.

What is the value of time?  What value do you put on your time? At what level are you aware of the activities of people around the globe based on time zones? Anyone else or is this just one more of my idiosyncrasies?time


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Sleep Patterns

McMinnville, Oregon, September 12, 2013. 3:30 a.m.

I’ve always been an early bird, but this is ridiculous! As we travelled west and started changing time zones, my body STILL woke at 6am Eastern Time.  I slept once to 7:30 local time and believed I had transitioned but no, that was only a fluke.earlybird_poster

Waking up early before anyone else is stirring gives me time to take care of my own stuff. I think the irritant right now is I am still in borrowed space and can’t do the tasks I all too well know await me (unpacking, unpacking, unpacking).  But I am catching awesome sunrises.KS sunrise a