Sunday just past, the country where I currently live, adjusted clocks in the twice yearly absurdity called Daylight Savings.
The change in time always wrecks havoc with my circadian rhythms, especially the spring event which has us move clocks forward an hour, so I took myself to a bathhouse which I haven't visited for a while.
The two cedar lined soaking tubs at Indian Springs have constantly flowing water and loose pebble bottoms and are available on a walk-in basis. One is large, can accommodate groups of up to four, or extensive aqua yoga movements, and is wheelchair accessible.
I lucked out and got the other tub, my favourite, which is smaller, more like a Japanese ofuro, and probably best suited to one person
The water is just over 4 feet deep. The experience is of being in a dimly lit steamy pool in a cedar and lava rock cave. One descends a series of stairs to get into the tub.
Daylight comes in from skylights high above, to glitter and dance on the dark water.
Soaking as I do, without electric light, in this cavelike cedar tub of natural hotsprings water is probably not for the claustrophobic, speluncaphobic or nyctophobic. That said, though I am not at ease with confinement or darkness and caves, especially watery ones, can often give me the heebie jeebies, I feel very comfortable in this hotspring bathing option.
Did it cure my daylight savings blues?
Probably not, and the people in the big tub through the wall were very noisy for half my soak (then they blessedly left), but I'm glad I reacquainted myself with the unique experience of this bathhouse.
At $5 for 30 minutes, Indian Springs is also one of the most affordable hotsprings soaking options in a town with more than a dozen bathhouses, some of which have ridiculously high prices.
I am now writing to all my people in high office, my elected officials, to urge them to change the laws and stop this ridiculous twice a year messing with the clocks time change thing.
Might even have to take my problem to the United Nations.
Well, I'm a gonna raise a fuss, I'm gonna raise a holler
About workin' all summer just to try an' earn a dollar
Everytime I call my baby, to try to get a date
My boss says, no dice, son, you gotta work late
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
Well, my mom an papa told me, son, you gotta make some money
If you want to use the car to go ridin' next sunday
Well I didn't go to work, told the boss I was sick
Now you can't use the car 'cause you didn't work a lick
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
Ow
I'm gonna take two weeks, gonna have a vacation
I'm gonna take my problem to the United Nation
Well I called my congressman and he said quote
"I'd like to help you son, but you're too young to vote"
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
Well, I'm a gonna raise a fuss, I'm gonna raise a holler
About workin' all summer just to try an' earn a dollar
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
Yeah, sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
No, there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
Songwriters: Eddie Cochran / Jerry Neal Capehart 1958
lyrics : copyright Royalty Network