Let's stop saving Daylight Saving Time (DST) or daylight savings time, daylight time, or just summer time. Whatever you call it, it's a damn nuisance for most of us and for us retirees in particular.

Why do we still have this thing? It has caused more difficulties, more argument and more wasted time in legislatures around the globe as advocats or antagonists debate its usefulness. I looked at Wikipedia and the entry was huge. I read most of it, but I am not going to even summarize it for you. I don't like it. "Nuff said.

You want to get up an hour earlier when the sun is in summer solstice mode? Do so. Just don't insist that I change my clock (and yes I still have one that needs manual adjustment). And go start work or school or whatever it is you do at that outrageous hour without asking me to get out of bed. Did I tell you I'm retired?

A lot of the planet gets by without it, certainly all those places near the equator, but even places close to home in our temperate zone. Cows don't keep clock time, so regions with heavy cow populations don't care about DST (love those acronyms).

And because you have slept in for an extra hour this Sunday morning here in BC, I will make this entry an hour shorter and treat you to the poem I was inspired to write by Beverly's attitude towards the whole clocken-shteal business.

My Favourite Day of the Year  (for Beverly)

Though Christmas happens once a year

with gifts and fun for all,

my favourite far of all the days

comes at the end of fall.

I wait each year to celebrate

by sleeping in, and then

get slowly up to meditate

on what to do and when,

For on this very special day

resetting clocks as friends,

I feel it is the best of times

when daylight savings ends.