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Entry No. 5,164

Overcast and chilly, but the trees still are at least a week or two behind where they should be. Currently, it's 55˚F.

This marks the thirteenth year that I have refused to exit the sanctuary of Daylight Savings Time. I have lived on it continuously now since 2004. The first year I did it, I called it "Caitlín Stabilizing Time," because that sudden loss of a full hour of daylight, just as the world is growing darker and colder had, for decades, sent me into a tailspin.

I tried to start my ghoul story yesterday. I sat here and tried hard. I came up with a probable character name – Abishag Jehosheba Id. Some days, that's all you get, and you take what you get and move on.

Last night, I posted this to Facbeook: One night in 1998, Harlan Ellison introduced me to Ray Bradbury and Ray Harryhausen, at the same time. I was just sitting here thinking how oddly hazy that memory has become.

Also last night, after spaghetti and pickled mushrooms, we watched two documentaries, Michael Dominic's Sunshine Motel (2001) and Danny O'Connor's Upside Down: The Creation Records Story (2010). Tonight, Season 8 of Shameless begins. Woot.

Aunt Beast

3:35 p.m.


Don Riemer
Nov. 6th, 2017 12:34 am (UTC)
Lost hours
Auntie, your story reminds me of two things.

First, this quote from "Chaos," by James Gleick, 1987. "At the national laboratory, some physicists had learned that heir newest colleague was experimenting with twenty-six-hour days, which meant that his waking schedule would slowly roll in and out of phase with theirs. this bordered on strange, even for the Theoretical Division." The person is question was Mitchell Feigenbaum, one of the pioneers of modern Chaos Theory.

The other story is my own. At about the same time Dr. Feigenbaum was pacing New Mexico's high desert, I imagined this: a mother and child sit in a hospital room, an old man unconscious in bed. It's nearly midnight. The mother is on death watch, her father (the old man) having just had a massive stroke. With no one to watch her child at home, mom has kept her close. She has already explained that the child's grandfather is near death, that he's out of time. It happens to be the night of turning all the clocks back. Mom explains that on this night, every year, they all lose an hour. The child asks what happens to all those hours? Mom doesn't know. The child dozes off, and has a dream in which she searches for those missing hours, in the hopes of giving her grandfather more time. I was going to call it "Dream Quest for the Lost Hours." I never did anything with it, which is mostly what I do. But maybe you can do something with it. Please feel free to explore the narrative, if it appeals to you.

And thanks for all the fine work. I love Sirenia Digest.

Edited at 2017-11-06 12:36 am (UTC)