|Red bush off back deck.|
This weekend was the autumnal time change when we gain the hour of sleep, daylight savings, I like that. But I do not like that it will now be dark about 4:30 PM and surely by 5:00PM this far north. And another think, I dislike resetting all the clocks and watches and electronics in the house. Well, I am fortunate that time changers are Jerry's tasks and fortunately all the computers, cell, and cable TV monitors and the bedroom alarm clock reset themselves. That still leaves the clocks on the stove, microwave, under the kitchen counter radio, watches and other old clocks for manual adjustments and of course, the vehicles.
I think of Aunt Jinx who got tired of all the resetting of her various clocks and so she left the stove clock alone to be "right half the year or so" as she said when I would visit and tell her the clock was wrong and would offer to change it. The right time half the year was good enough for her and she said she did not look at that clock anyway.
Today I made my first time change mistake, because while the mechanical apparatuses (apparati?) are reset, my body is not and we had not changed the clock in my SUV. So on my way to Curves this morning and the post office, I decided to first swing into the library to visit LaVonne, our librarian and a friend whom I've not seen since we returned home. But when I arrived the doors were locked, I checked the sign posted and thought, well it is 10:30 and they open at 10:00 so why are the doors locked?
Because it was not 10:30 as my vehicle clock displayed but only 9:30. Oh well, I had other errands and a work out awaiting and everything is convenient in our town so I could return later. I had saved a front page article from the Durham, NC newspaper about the necessity of libraries for real research in this time of Googling. The article pointed out that not all reference material in libraries and research centers has been digitized nor made available on the internet. The analysis by Duke University students and the librarians concluded that the need for libraries is still vital for accurate in depth research. Hooray for Duke!
There the students bring their laptops to the library to compose on while using the massive reference materials. It reminded me of my days as a college student at the Allegheny Library and home trips to Carnegie in Pittsburgh. Somehow, I think it a disservice if college students do not have to avail themselves of a library but merely Google for information. Knowing how to conduct research using reference materials is becoming a dying art, so LaVonne told me as she looked at the photos of the volumes of materials on the shelves. We commiserated on how we would thrill at the hunt for information in the our old college days among the massive tomes. For me it was not only college days, I used the reference materials at the California State Library numerous times during my career as an analyst when preparing legislation and testimony; how does it work today, a quick Google and there are the facts as we found them?
Shallow analysis at best, I suppose.
The same newspaper had an extensive article about why books would not become obsolete nor replaced by electronic readers for many reasons including that printed volumes abound, are cheaper than the ereads and one can share a book. Most interesting was the amazing new data showing that the aging eyes are not meant for extensive online reading. I can verify that newest study finding. I spend lots of time at my computer. However I do not like to read pages and pages of narrative material on line, I find it tires my eyes. No surprise in this study that revealed lack of blinking and lubrication to the eyes is a common malady with ereaders and computers and that for people beyond a certain age, this is not a good thing. Hah another reason to stick with the books.
|Piles of leaves that Jerry has blown from the yard|
Awaiting grinding in the mulcher and shredder and then
transport up the hill to the rose garden in the front.
|Our smallest maple tree, still has many leaves|
to come down. Our motor home awaits movement
to its winter house