Congratulations to all county basketball teams for the skill, sportsmanship, and spirit of competition they've shown this season.
The term March Madness means different things to different people, doesn't it?
To a lot of people, it has to do with basketball. While the NCAA uses the phrase, I will always prefer high school. Although the tournaments don't start in March, they end then, so I'm good with calling it March Madness. I remember sectional time from when I was in elementary school, when the schools in what became the North Miami district were still separate. It always snowed.
I remember when our kids played high school sports--game nights were set aside. If anything else happened on those nights, we didn't know about it. We were on the bleachers. It didn't all happen in March, of course, and it wasn't just basketball, but it was one of the most fun parts of the madness that is parenting.
But there's more to March Madness than fun and excitement, slushy roads, and sump pumps working away in basements. More than planning the garden and flowerbeds and bemoaning the approach of mowing season. This March, there are train derailments added to the mix, deepening of our country's political morass, and shootings. Always shootings--we hardly even flinch when we read about them or hear about them in the news. Maybe they're not madness anymore; maybe they're the status quo.
The real madness, for me, starts when I get up tomorrow morning and it's an hour later than it actually is. And goodness knows when I'll want to go to bed. As a retired person, I will admit that it should not matter what time it is. I don't have to set an alarm clock, I go to bed whenever I please, and I eat when I'm hungry. (Yes, way too often and too much, but we're not going there today.)
The autumn change is supposed to keep kids from getting on buses or walking or driving to school in the dark. Frankly, I don't know why it's okay for them to drive, walk, or board buses in the dark in March, but apparently it's safe then.
I don't have a good windup here, since there is no solution to the time change issue until the members of the morass I mentioned above decide it matters enough to do something about it. I hope you don't mind it as much as I do and that your March Madness has more to do with basketball and flowers than things to complain about.
Stay safe. Have a good week. Be nice to somebody.
As usual, a great blog, Liz! I'm right there with you; why is it safer for kids to get on the bus in the dark? You have a wonderful - and honest - way of looking at life and seeing its ironies.ReplyDelete
Thanks, Janie. The whole time change thing exhausts me!Delete
I think of March as winter’s last hoorah. It feels like we have more snowstorms in Upstate NY this month than all the other winter (and fall😉) months total. That’s my March Madness!ReplyDelete
Weather is so weird anymore there's no such thing as even an educated guess what's going to happen next. We had a springy February, so actually spring looks scary!Delete
Yes, When I will wake up Sunday, it will be hours later in my mind. I really dread this Spring Forward thing!ReplyDelete
Me, too. Every single time!Delete
Any more it seems like you could slide any month in there ahead of Madness! And I'm retired! Forgetting about Daylight Savings I signed up for an early morning prayer position in a round the clock weekend event we were doing. I was supposed to be there from 5 a.m.- 7 a.m. Paranoid about my phone not changing over to the correct time I was actually awake at 2:00 when it did, indeed, change. When I was still awake at 3:30 I thought about getting up and just going early to relieve the person ahead of me (I'm sure they'd be glad to see me!) but I fell back asleep...and slept until 6:10! With all that worrying about the time change I had not checked that my phone had been properly set to a.m., not p.m. I flew out of bed and rushed to the chapel to cover the last thirty minutes of my shift, riddled with guilt. That's my Monthly Madness...so far....ReplyDelete
Oh, Mary! Mine has actually been pretty painless this time, but no less annoying for that. I'm sure your prayers were heard and the prayer warrior you replaced understood exactly what happened.Delete