Time Is Money, We Got More Of It
What North Forkers Will Do With Some
Extra Time
By Phyllis Lombardi
If time is money, then every
man, woman and child on the North Fork is rich. Here’s why.
With the extension of daylight-saving time (three weeks now, one
week in the fall) we’ve been handed 28 additional hours of
daylight, hours we can put to good use by extending our work day.
Isn’t work what people are supposed to do during daylight
hours? Most of us sleep when it’s dark, right?
Those 28 hours come to us as part
of the Energy Policy Act of 2005. This year daylight-saving extends
from March 11 until November 4.
So this is how we’re rich.
Even if we make just minimum wage (in New York it’s $7.15
an hour) then 28 times that amount is $200.28. (Please don’t
think I’m bragging but I was pretty good at arithmetic.) And
when I saw how much I could earn in this year’s extended daylight-saving
hours, I felt like writing to the U.S. Bureau of Engraving and Printing
in Washington, D.C. I’d like to thank them for whipping up
all that extra money.
I’m not sure if daylight-saving
money is taxed. Even so, it’s a windfall to most North Forkers.
And if we go right out and spend that $200.28 at a farm stand, maybe,
or for coffee ice cream, it will be some big shot in the economy’s
arm.
True, I don’t know bull from
bear about economics but just as long as North Forkers spend, I
guess that’s good. Although my grandma told me it was better
to save.
Anyway, I’m more interested
in what North Forkers are going to do with those extra 28 daylight
hours. Most of us complain we don’t have a minute to spare
and yet here we are with 1,680 daylight minutes dumped into our
lives. Why, we’ll be able to do just everything.
To get us going, let’s find
out what a few North Forkers mean to do with those 1,680 minutes.
That is, if they don’t work more hours at their regular jobs.
For example, I’m thinking about practicing the piano. I do
it only occasionally now, but if I spent l,680 minutes at it, I
know I’d make a certain New Suffolk piano teacher happy. A
number of years ago I took some brush-up lessons from Patsy Rogers.
I recall the hurt in her eyes as I mistreated Mozart and brutalized
Bach. Maybe I can make it up to Patsy before November 4.
Long before that November day, three
women who work in Riverhead will do their town proud. Their 28 hours
each are gonna be busy, that’s for sure. Barbara Jamison has
a deck to bleach and stain (so do I), but more important to her
is her flower garden. The one she’s starting and the one she
didn’t finish last fall. She’s thinking daylilies, especially
the Lemon Yellow variety. “They were mom’s favorite,”
recalls Barbara.
Eileen Rafuse will be working outside,
too. In every one of those extra hours. Her fishpond (more than
35 shimmering fish beauties) is in the middle of a waterfall construction.
Eileen’s been working hard on it for a while now. But oh,
it’s so easy to sit back for just a moment and watch, just
watch. So pass the daylight hours, Eileen.
There’s no chance for Sabrina
Nace to sit back and relax. She’ll be outside with her eight-year-old
son David and they’ll be playing ball. Sabrina mentioned something
about getting David to weed. I didn’t attempt to explain the
facts of life to her. In any case, David, who attends Riverhead
Charter School, doesn’t get home until 5 p.m. so an hour of
extra daylight is good for the whole family, says mom Sabrina.
His whole Southold family seems to
be in on Joey Flythe’s use of those 28 hours. Or at least
his wife Deanna is. Joey has volunteered, shall we say, to paint
their bathroom (the one with a window to the west). Great! Deanna
has chosen the color, sandy beige, and Joey can wield the brush
until the sun sets late.
By the way, Deanna plans early dinners
on Joey’s painting nights and she’ll serve up the paint
brush with dessert. Just in case Joey has second thoughts.
Well, it’s pretty clear how
North Forkers keep out of trouble. For the most part, they’re
working at something beautiful. Flowers, music, painting, playing
ball, watching the fishes.
Just 28 hours? Why, that’s
hardly a beginning.
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