I have been involved in trying to solve a very scary mystery at my place. It appears as though someone in the neighbourhood broke into people’s sheds overnight and in those sheds, such as ours, turned the clocks back one hour to keep up with Daylight Savings Time.
The clock on a wall in my shed wasn’t made by craftsmen in Switzerland, but it’s not a terrible clock. It keeps the time pretty well and after all, you don’t expect a lot from a shed.
So, this morning, I was wandering around the house changing clocks in response to the end of Daylight Savings Time, turning everything back an hour. I remembered the shed and went out there. I looked up to see that the time had already been changed. But I didn’t change it.
I went into the house and surveyed other family members to see if anyone else had changed it. They hadn’t. Now I’m afraid of my own shed. I know last night was Halloween, but this is ridiculous.
When I went into the shed this morning to change the clock, I instantly saw that it had already been changed and NOBODY IN OUR HOUSE DID IT. What kind of sick person does that, I wondered. And what else might he or she do? Check the oil level in our cars, clean the leaves from the eavestroughs, fill up the bird feeders?
I summoned up what little courage I have left these days and went back into the shed, afraid the clock-changing felon might have returned. Thankfully, the time-changer was not to be found.
I took the clock, a recent acquisition, down from the wall and looked at the back. It is just one of those battery clocks we all have plenty of but this one has a special Daylight Savings feature. You pick your time zone and the clock sets itself. The clock, it seems, is smarter than I am.
Never mind.
©2015 Jim Hagarty
