Twice a year the clocks change and cause a
disturbance in Riley World. Not to mention what it does to me. For as long as I
can remember, Riley’s reaction is something like this…
It is a two-person job in our house. One person per clock would be better but…
Try as we might…inevitably there will be one rogue clock that refuses to sync with the rest.
Try as we might…inevitably there will be one rogue clock that refuses to sync with the rest.
Before G & I went to bed on Saturday night, we
assumed our positions. Each next to a different kitchen appliance. I changed
the clocks on the microwave and stove. We stood at the ready…fingers poised and
hovering over the “reset/start” button. As soon as the time on my cell changed
to 10:58, we would simultaneously (or as close as possible) hit our button.
We still had about 30 seconds to wait. 30 seconds
seems like an eternity when you are waiting.
And then…G panics. The stove clock reverted back to
the current time! We quickly changed places but not before the time clicked
over to 10:58. Damn!!
We regroup. This time G at the microwave, me at the
stove.
Again…we wait.
10:59 appears on my cell. “NOW!” I yell. High fives and upstairs we go. One more set
of clocks before heading to bed.
Now if you don’t live in Riley World or the Land of
Autism…going to such lengths to change a clock probably seems ridiculous…insane…or
downright irrational. Just so we’re clear…it is. Welcome to Riley World and the
Land of Autism.
Oh…and for the first time EVER…Riley did not come
around even once on Sunday muttering that “the clock is wrong!”
Looks like G & I have finally passed Clock Syncing 101.
Looks like G & I have finally passed Clock Syncing 101.