Last fall, we adapted to four different time zones within 30 days. Eastern, Central, Mountain, and then Pacific. But now that we've been on the west coast for 6 months, I'm not sure how easy its going to be going back. Especially because we have been taken hostage by an attention demanding time-thief - our new TV.
It used to be so easy to go to bed at my usual early time and get up with the sun, but throw in a little electronic entertainment and suddenly I'm staying up later and sleeping in. Kinda like I'm retired.
Granted, there are rules. No television during the day. Daylight hours are reserved for exploring the area around us, or for more mundane things like maintenance and cleaning.
That's why last week we were outside and able to bike a few of the local bike paths, and enjoy several ethnic restaurants. We even hiked some of Lynn Canyon and my family managed to get me out onto the suspension bridge. Notice how tight I'm holding on!
But now evenings are spent renewing our acquaintance with channels, old and new. Sports, reality, comedy, sports, drama. (Guess who holds the remote?)
So it's probably a good thing we are packing up to go even further west. Vancouver Island beckons with its new vistas and undiscovered delights. So the trailer - and tv - are staying with our extended family here on the mainland to reduce the cost of taking the ferries.
Yup, for two weeks we will be roughing it again. Back to books and campfires. Sleeping in the truck and worrying about bears. Maybe going to bed at my normal time of "early".
After we return from the Island, we will be heading east and crossing those time zones again the hard way and losing a precious hour with each one.
I need to catch up on my sleep.
W
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