Tuesday, June 02, 2015

Stund


Yes, the word stund is a real word out here on the Edge. A Newfoundland word. It is exactly as it sounds. Usually applied to a person. Spelt just like that. A half-wit. Stupid. Moronic.

I was out with my good friend last night. A long drive back and forth to St. John's about 100k from here. A trek. But I was driven and that is so lovely. I must have racked up in my lifetime over 1,000,000 miles of my own driving. I do love driving so that's a bonus, but even more so nowadays I love being driven.

We're chatting in the way of good friends, when out of the blue I said to him:

"When is Daylight Savings Time? Shouldn't we have had it by now?"

Long silence.

"You're joking, right kid?"

"No, shouldn't we have had it in May?"

"Are you stund?"

"Wha?"

"We had it in March, b'y. Are you thinking of Solstice on the 21st of June?"

"Yeah, yeah, that's right. Of course." And I changed the topic.

But you know? I'd been harbouring that thought for a while, why on earth didn't we have DST in 2015 so far? But naturally not sharing it. Because. Well, I don't know. Stund. But I trust him enough to share my newfound dementia.

So Daughter was over today and I finally blurted it out to her. And we sat there staring at each other.

"Oh, my gawd," sez Daughter, snapping her fingers, "I've got it".

"What, what?"

"That was the time of your concussion!"

"Shyte. Yes!" Relief, oh, the flood of relief.

And then we talked about what an extraordinary organ the brain is. How some files get damaged after a blow to the head or spine and recover or just get deleted. I wonder what else is missing from my internal files.

But something I can't answer is: who adjusted all the clocks in my house to the new time? AND my car.

Something in my head was on autopilot. And that's pretty amazing too, when you think about it.

20 comments:

  1. Who changed the clocks? Good title for a mystery set chez vous.

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  2. LOL SJG: Current project: mystery dinner theatre :)
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  3. I have a sister who lives in Arizona, where they do not have daylight savings time. You'd think it would be easy, right? But I never know what time it is out there. But then ... my sister hit me in the head with a swing when I was ten years old. So maybe that explains it.

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  4. It's the things we don't say that will drive us crazy. Glad you asked and your question was answered in a way that reassures that you're doing just fine. I love to drive, too, and would still much rather be behind the wheel than in the passenger's seat.

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  5. Stund. What a wonderful word. Stay well missus!

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  6. Tom: LOL, no DST in Arizona, I didn't know that. Now if I could remember it!

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  7. Sharon::
    I really enjoy my Driving Miss Daisy moments, you get to see so much and if a good driver I can relax, though I'm never easy at night here, too many moose all over the roads and they're hard to see.
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  8. Thanks GM, now that I've shifted meds things are beginning to look up, my friend!

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  9. I swear something like that must happen when you have a baby otherwise why else would you go back and have another? lol

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  10. I would never miss daylight savings as my fella suffers so with it. He also remembers when Peckford decided to have a two hour jump in 1988. No mothers, farmers or people of any reason voted for him again. I think these moments of lapse are to be considered times when your mind went walkabout having something much more important to consider. It left a small minion behind to change the clocks.

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  11. well..thank god for autopilot i always say... ann.

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  12. When I'm in bed and half-asleep, I can have completely sensible conversations with Jenny, but not remember a word of them the next day. Autopilot indeed.

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  13. I remember once when I was in my mid-30's, a checker finished scanning all my grocery items and told me the total. I started writing the check, and I could not--absolutely could not--remember whether there was a period or a colon between the dollars and the cents. I felt such panic. I had never considered myself a looker--so much so that when I once realized I was about to wreck my bicycle, my first thought was for my hands, needed for my writing. I pulled them back and let my face slam into the pavement instead of risking my hands. I have considered myself, through no glory of my own but a nice trick of inheritance from my father, a bit on the brainy side, considering my aptitude in physics and mathematics. Fortunately, that moment in the grocery store has not been repeated, but I felt as if I were being granted some understanding of the panic one might feel when realizing that something is happening to your brain. Many decades later, my auto-immune disease now causes such exhaustion at times that I cannot function physically or mentally until I rest. That's difficult enough, but knowing I had no access to such a simple fact, known to me since early in my grade school years, was pure panic. I didn't dare ask for fear of revealing what was happening to me.

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  14. Deb: LOL, though funnily enough I remember every tiny twinge of my elder daughter's birth. Forget? Ha!

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  15. Jan:
    thank for that. Wasn't it Albert Einstein who said that he couldn't spare the space to memorize his own phone number as he could always look it up in the book?

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  16. Anon:
    I know I've drawn blanks too when asked for my phone numbers. Autopilot can save the day. Or a carefree laugh.
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  17. Nick:
    As long as you're not agreeing to something you'll regret!

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  18. Linda: A terrifying moment indeed. I would imagine it's the worst thing that can happen, at least to me, as I live inside my head so much. I've had lapses like these and then rush to play a game of scrabble or lexulous or fill in a crossword which I find so reassuring.
    See? I say to myself. Nothing wrong here. Move along.
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  19. Sometimes I feel like my brain is driving me crazy!

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  20. Stund! I like the word. And, are you sure that you have not been visited by fairies?

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