Saving the Daylight

We just got this message from our IT people "For the first time since 1970,most Indiana counties will observe Daylight Saving Time (DST) this spring." Apparently, this is going to screw with the calendars of everyone at IU since they were set up not to spring forward like the rest of the country.

I have decided that I want to have a daylight checking account, instead of daylight savings. I understand that I will have to keep a minimum balance, but I can cover that with the daylight between 6am and 7am that I won't be needing. I would love to be able to just pull out some daylight when I really want it.

This is a huge change for Indiana and it took a long time to come to an agreement about who would be going with central time and who would be going with eastern. There were plenty of school/industry/safety arguments for both sides. My press for central time was strictly based on the John Stewart argument. Whenever the rest of the country would spring forward in April, we would hang back and enjoy central time and all of the perks that come with that. The main (and possibly only) perk was that primetime TV started an hour earlier. I could watch Grey's Anatomy without falling asleep half-way through and I had a shot at watching The Daily Show with John Stewart on a regular basis. I loved that part. As soon as the rest of the country fell back into line, John went back to 11pm and out of my reach. Now, alas, we will be springing with the best (and worst) of you and John and I will never see each other again. I hope your happy.

p.s. Yes, Michigan people this means we will forever be on the same time and you never have to wonder what time it is at my house anymore.

Jackson Related

OK, OK I have no life beyond the boy. This is a Jackson story that just did not seem right for the Jackson page. On Friday of last week we decided to go out to eat (I know, you are shocked). So I picked Jackson up at daycare and came home to pick up Lyle. Normally, when I say we are going out to dinner, Jackson is very happy, but on that day he cried and said "I don wan go dinner" over and over and over. He was fine while we ate, but the whole drive to the restaurant was a sea of tears.

Cut to the next Sunday. Jackson sees Lyle's copy of The Economist (see right) sitting on the table and here is our conversation:
J: Who's dat?
E: That is an Iraqi man.
J: Why he cryin?
E: I guess he is sad.
Jackson thinks for a little while and then says
J: He not wan go dinner.
E: That's right, Jackson, I am sure that it what is making him sad.