I’m sitting on my porch watching the snow. It’s been coming down for a few hours, we’ve had about two inches accumulation and the whole world has turned shades of blue. I’m eating a corn beef sandwich and watching The Santa Clarita Diet and laughing my butt off.
I’d say this was the perfect way to finish a beautiful Sunday.
Daylight savings time took us by surprise. The clock in our kitchen is set to the atomic clock, whatever that is, and it sets itself. When we first got it, I tried to set it and it kept putting itself back an hour. I thought it was broken but it turns out there’s this switch in back that allows you to set it to eastern, central or mountain time, etc, and the switch was set to mountain time. Now the clock keeps perfect time but it didn’t warn us that it was about to set itself ahead.
Isn’t DST supposed to start at 2:00 am? The atomic clock must be several hours ahead of Minnesota. Last night, I happened to glance up at the clock and it said 11:30. I was shocked: I thought it was 10:30! It didn’t seem like it was so late and I wasn’t tired so I watched the first couple of episodes of SCD before I went to bed.
This morning I discovered that the atomic clock said a different time than all the other clocks in the house, including my cell phone, which usually sets itself. That’s when I saw that my computer agreed with the atomic clock, so I did a little research and found out that we’d sprung ahead last night without my knowledge. Isn’t it supposed to be Spring before we spring ahead? When did they move DST so far back?
I don’t know why we bother with normal time. We should just stay on DST forever.
Thanks to the mess with the clocks we missed Mass this morning. Fortunately our church has a Sunday evening Mass as well as the rest. It’s new on the schedule and I like it. I don’t usually like going to mass in the evening because most of the time if I sit down at 5 in the afternoon I fall asleep. But the Sunday evening mass is nice because there’s no singing so it’s very quick. I still prefer the morning service but the evening is a nice option. MJ was there today, with Tot, who was happy to see us.
He seems like a grown up giant after spending so much time with Boopity and Boop.
I would have loved to have gone for a walk in the snow but it was too late in the day and I had a corn beef brisket in the crock pot that was done to perfection when we got home from church.
So instead of going for a walk, I’m eating dinner on the porch and watching it snow.
Hopefully, tomorrow I’ll know what time it is.
Monday Morning. Daylight Savings time is messing me up. I slept this morning till 9:15! I know it was really only 8:15 but I went to bed at 10! What did I do that should require ten hours of sleep to recover? Sure, I spent a whopping ten minutes shoveling off our driveway but that was nothing! We got about two inches of very light, dry, fluffy snow. No biggie, as we in the frozen north say.
It’s tournament time. Yesterday was Selection Sunday, which in our house is like Oscar, Grammy, Emmy and Golden Globe nomination day all at once. Just like on all those days, I pay no attention to any of it. There was a phone discussion regarding the play-in games and their effect on brackets. It was decided to ignore the play ins and fill out brackets once the 64 is set. Jay said that the day every team makes the tourney is the day he quits filling out brackets.
This is basketball, not day care. Everyone doesn’t win.
The NJCAA Div III national tournament is in Minnesota this year. Down in Rochester, an hour from the Twin Cities, where they have, in addition to what is probably the best medical facility in the world (Mayo clinic) a state of the art, beautiful basketball venue.
Jay coached at this level for twenty years. He took MCTC from regional obscurity (0-22) to national prominence. It was at MCTC that he played for several National titles, was named National Coach of the Year and was inducted into the NJCAA Basketball Hall of Fame. Every one of those 20 years, the national tournament was in New York state, in an inaccessible little town in the Catskill mountains. The first time Jay’s team made it to the National Championship game, a blizzard postponed the final game for days. They finally played it not at the venue it was originally scheduled but the local high school gym of the tiny town in which the hotels the teams were currently living in were near. With no one in attendance, MCTC lost the title. That was a long sad bus ride home.
It would have been really nice to have been able to play for a National title in our own backyard but that was not to be.
Thanks to yesterday’s snowmaggedon, some of the teams from the east coast were worried that they wouldn’t be able to make it to Rochester, MN for the tournament. Travel is difficult in this weather.
Gosh, ya think?
I remember when Jay was coaching in Montana and a cold front from Alaska was rolling down through Canada. Along with snow, the temps were about to plunge to -50 (not including windchill). He and the women’s coach loaded up the bus and high tailed it out of town to make their game in Dylan (seven hours away over the mountains) before the powers that be could cancel anything. That’s how coach people are: they risk life, limb and comfort in pursuit of the win. No one ever said they weren’t crazy.
Any team that can’t find a way through a blizzard doesn’t deserve a championship.
It’s March Madness, baby: not March comfort and safety.
Let the games begin.