Daylight Savings Time has reared its ugly head again here in Smalltownland. I know controversy surrounds this topic across the nation, but here it takes on a whole new type of problem.
I have mentioned before that we live right next to the Eastern Time Line. This means that I work in the Central Time Zone and my husband works in the Eastern Time Zone. Confusing, of course, but never dull.
|Built in 1928, this footbridge, across a steep, narrow valley, connects the Smalltownland public square with our historic L&N train depot.|
Some folks around here like to buck the system. They just decide if they want to follow Central time or Eastern time and it doesn't matter which side of the time line they reside.
Some folks even refuse to, "fall back", or "spring forward". And so we have this set of vocabulary terms.
Fast Time = Eastern Time
Slow Time = Central Time
County Time = Central Time
Church Time = whatever time the church decides to follow, seriously
And, then we have my personal favorite - Super Fast Time. This is when you are on Fast Time, but refuse to set your clocks back in the fall. This was a favorite of my Grannie Lucille.
Since I work on regular County/Central Time, I set my clocks back. I shall soothe my confusion this afternoon by baking a batch of 7-Up Biscuits.
Be well, whatever time you follow.