All my life I've disliked the changing of clocks. If there is a way to grasp the illusion of time, changing to Daylight Savings Time or back to Standard Time is a great way. I guess I have always kind of felt what a bother it is to change the clocks.
When I was in South Africa, it was summertime, and there is no Daylight Savings Time there. I found that I missed having the sun shine until 9 p.m. That one hour more of daylight meant a lot to me. I like daylight savings time after all.
My future in South Africa is still pending. As soon as I know anything, I will let you know.
Meanwhile, I feel suspended in time and place. I'm not here, and I'm not there. It seems it is important to me to know where I will be living.
Of course, the great joy in being in the U.S. is seeing my daughter. It is a tribute to her that we are living together in harmony in her studio apartment along with Teeny and Bujo for a while. Thanks, Lauren.
There were two other small things that did something good for my heart.
I felt joy the first time I saw an American policeman. The uniform gave me comfort. I had not anticipated this.
And using American money was a relief. It was great to know what a dime is and what a dollar is worth. I had never really caught on to South African rands. I didn't know how to make change, what all the coins were, etc.
Ah, the little comforts of the familiar.