Time Change

It seems to me Daylight Saving Time came much earlier than usual, and now I wonder what the reasoning is -- how do they decide that?  That was only four months of Eastern Standard Time. It is still the dead of winter. I can remember  Sundays in the past, arriving at Takoma Park and seeing various vendors arrive an hour late because of the time change.  We don't start going to market for another six weeks or so.

However, from an entirely personal viewpoint, this is perfect because I am still adjusting, after a whole week, to the time change and now I believe I am aligned with the clock, now that they have eaten up the last hour. Most people don't like this one because they lose an hour of sleep.

But to get to the real point of this story: the Turkish rugs finally arrived yesterday. I came home and there was a big lump on the kitchen floor, still wrapped up in many feet of FedEx tape.  We never got around to unwrapping them because we had things to do and Jon is feeling sick and grumpy.  It will take him a very long time to welcome these rugs into our house, being who he is and feeling uncomfortable with the purchase, but I know that I will love them.

So -- this morning I rolled out of bed at 6:20, new time, and came downstairs and unwrapped the rugs. I will have to send a picture using my phone because I don't know how to put pictures on the  blog.  Now that I see them, I realize that many people we know have little Turkish rugs in their house. Dorothy and Danny have always had a rug in their living room and now I understand the origin.

They are beautiful. Jon was worried that they would not match our haphazard decor because we don't have anything of real value in our house.  But they fit right in.  They are a little bit hippie-ish, in a way. We are not hippies, in any sense of the word, but our house does not reflect the decorator sensibilities of mature adults.  I was not raised with good furniture or furnishings and I am always in awe of people -- like Laura Cooper, Nell, Nancy, Hannah  -- who know what to buy and how to make their houses look so nice.  Betsy's house is full of furniture that her grandfather made with his hands.  You can't beat that.  In fact, all my best friends know how to decorate and how to shop for clothing.  

The previous living room rug is still fine, of course, and we don't have a plan for it, so I moved it into the dining room.  In the winter we feel a little chilly when we are sitting at the table, so maybe our feet will be warmer.  And we don't have any little kids anymore so I think we can be allowed to have a rug under the table.

Well, now we have rugs that will remind us of our trip for the rest of our lives. That makes me happy.