Annie Dear: Can't say this weekend was boring

What a little trifecta we had last weekend. Halloween, The Royals, and Daylight Savings – not of course to mention the World Cup where New Zealand caused Australia to come second – no we won’t mention that.

First and foremost, happy birthday to my darling Madam who showed up a couple of weeks early all those years ago, posing trick or treat as she entered the world. I am delighted and proud to say she has proved a world-shattering treat, with a few tricks along the way to keep me sharp.

A hint ladies for next Halloween. Never, and I mean never, let your hubby go shopping for candy. Sir was dispatched for other necessities to Costco, and of course he came home with a bag big enough to satisfy ankle biters across the county for the next eight years.

Then The Royals – as you know I’m not hysterical about baseball, but I did rather shock Sir Saturday night when he went up to bed while I was reading downstairs. Dutifully, he turned off the television – now don’t panic, he went upstairs to turn on that TV, and I rocked his world when I asked him to leave the set on downstairs. I will confess that lasted a couple of minutes when I realized it was interfering with my book, and I knew I would be able to translate any yell coming from the direction of the bedroom while we waited for the final results. By the time you read this, I hope we win the whole shebang.

Thence to Daylight Savings. I am not a fan of the clocks falling back at all, as the day proves to be the longest day of the year. I am an unashamed morning person and my mental clock gets me up before the early bird has even considered there might be a worm out there, so awoke bright eyed and bushy tailed at 4:40 on Sunday morning. I mean that’s even too early for the newspaper, already. Forcing myself back to sleep, I finally lurched up at 6 a.m. Whoopee. An hour’s extra sleep, pshaw I say.

As much as I love Sundays, I was an hour ahead of myself all day. The New York Times crossword was done – well, with a little help from the Rex Parker BlogSpot if I’m to be honest, by 8 a.m. My current book was finished by 9, and then onto the Great Clock Change.

Good Lord Agnes. Thankfully we have two alarm clocks which have shown themselves to be horribly clever and work it all out by themselves. Other than those two smarty-pants, I counted the rest I had to change. Nine of the little blighters, four of them being in the kitchen – because quite frankly if I miss the timer on the coffee pot things would’ve become just a tad ugly come Monday morning. It’s just all far too busy, what with Royal-mania and sugar shock.

Oh, I just remembered - there are my watches, and the clock in the car. Sigh.

Annie Dear lives in Lee’s Summit. Reach her at anniedearkc@hotmail.com