You never fully realize how many clocks you have in the house until it’s a “time change” Sunday and you have to patrol the household and make sure that every time-keeping instrument is set to the correct hour.
It’s a day that shows how beholden we are to time. We’ve got clocks on our phones, on our computers, on our stoves, on our microwaves, and on our TVs. There’s a clock on the dashboard of my car. We’ve got standalone clocks and alarm clocks and clock radios. We have more than a dozen clocks in our two-person, two-dog household — and that’s without any wristwatches, because I stopped wearing one years ago. It’s hard to believe that our ancestors lived for generations without having any kind of timepiece telling them it’s 6:56 a.m.
When it’s time to actually change the time, I develop a special appreciation for computers and smartphones that automatically adjust to Standard Time. The Sunbeam alarm clocks are next on the simplicity appreciation meter, because you can quickly change the position of the hands on the clock with a twist of a knob on the back. The clock radio and the microwave are a little bit tougher, because you have to hold down a button and hit another button until the time adjusts to the new normal.
And then there is the clock on the oven, which was designed by some sadistic engineer who wanted to torment sleepy people on a Sunday morning in November. I can never figure out how to change the clock, so after a few half-hearted attempts and some well-chosen epithets I give up. After all, it’s only a few months until Daylight Savings Time rolls around again.