Daylight Savings Time ended last weekend, which, in these parts, means the sun sets around 4:30pm. And that dark chasm between night and day will just continue to grow until the Winter Solstice.
Obviously, there’s not much I can do about the Earth’s tilt away from the sun, but it sure puts a downer on the Vachette’s outdoor time. You see, another matter beyond my control is her insatiable urge to climb and then suspend herself from some random object. Every time I turn around, I seem to find her hanging from the dining room table. She even does this while watching Sesame Street. I don’t see how this is the most comfortable viewing position, but it contents her inner primate, so that’s good enough for me.
That said, sometimes her inner primate just needs something more than furniture. There are only so many variations in which she can hang from the dining room table. So we need playground time, and lots of it, especially before the inevitable arrival of winter. However, that time has now been shortened thanks to DST.
So I must remember the serenity prayer, make do with the things I cannot change, and be grateful I don’t live in Alaska.
(Photo via Matteo Ianeselli )