Since it’s already all over television and your favorite radio frequencies and every Internet social media platform and in your friends’ emails, you’d probably think it completely unnecessary for me to tell you that today is the day you lose an hour of sleep and, supposedly, save some daylight (which you most certainly do not). So, I won’t. Just don’t blame me when you’re late for that gathering because I didn’t remind you to “spring forward” by an hour. But I will ask a question, because I’m just that way. Wasn’t there a lot of chatter going on this time last year about Congress addressing this time management faux paus? What happened? Guess they got busy.
But, then, did we really need them to be wasting days, if not longer, debating the pros and cons of presumably making our sleep cycles more consistent? That’s a rhetorical question but, still, I’m just curious. Pretending for a moment that your individual preference might matter in such a debate (which you know most certainly it does not), what would be your druthers? Spring forward forever, never to retreat? Or fall back forever to where it all started? Just think about that for a bit. If nothing else, it’s good fodder for those Facebook and Nextdoor squabbles. But we ain’t gonna fix it, so just forget that I brought it up. Anyway, now that you have that “extra” (wink, wink) hour of daylight, you’ve got sunshine to spare. Time to dig through your closets and drawers for all your green getups and shamrocks you’ll want to have ready for next weekend. And, before you know it, you’ll find yourself sitting somewhere in a patch of bluebonnets with a bunch of kids and puppies. Yep. It’s that’s officially spring in Texas. Actually, I suppose it’s spring everywhere, but it sure seems particularly special here somehow.
So, savor the moments my friends. And while you’re dusting off that delightful yellow pine pollen from everything you own, maybe even dust off your clubs and set your sights on Friday afternoons and the scramble. Not a golfer? Doesn’t matter. The scramble is actually a social exercise and the price of admission is a miserly $5 entertainment fee. If you should manage to make a putt or two, you’ll probably win that back and you’ll certainly win your teammates’ appreciation. Miss all your putts, and it won’t matter because, remember, it’s a social exercise, and you’re making new friends for life. As I think about it, the Friday scramble is a microcosm of everything that’s good about Bentwater. People from all walks of life and all skill levels socializing together. That’s life’s combo platter. And it’s perfect.
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