My mom called me this evening. That in itself was a bit unusual, as my mother does not make many phone calls to me – or to anybody else, for that matter. Then she gets pissy if I don’t call her every few days. I have actually snapped at her, “Well, if you wanted to talk to me, why didn’t you call me? Are your fingers broken?” To which she replied, just as snappily, “I didn’t feel like calling you, that’s why!”
But she did call me today. And she was laughing.
“I have a really funny story to tell you,” she giggled. “It’s something I did!”
My mom is quite the sports fan, and being the good Canadian that she is, she loves curling. She’s quite knowledgeable about it, though I don’t think she ever played herself. And there is apparently some curling tournament going on right now that she’s very keen to watch on TV. It must be happening somewhere back east, because the broadcast starts at 7:30 am Pacific time. This means that Mom has to get up early to watch, but that’s not usually a problem for her, as she’s always been an early bird. Also, she’s a senior, and as we all know, seniors really don’t sleep a whole lot.
So she went to bed around 10 pm last night, knowing that she’d have to be up and about in only nine and a half hours. She said she fell asleep fairly quickly, and when she next opened her eyes, her bedside clock-radio showed 7:15 am. She jumped out of bed, a little miffed that she might miss the beginning of the curling broadcast. She went to put coffee on, then did her thing in the bathroom. She hurried back to the kitchen, poured herself a cup of coffee, put a muffin on a plate, and took everything into the living room. She turned on the TV, then sat back to sip her coffee, munch on her muffin, and watch some curling.
Except that the curling wasn’t on. She finished her muffin and her coffee, flipping channels trying to find the curling. She simply couldn’t, and she was getting madder and madder. How dare they change the time or the channel on her?!
Then she checked the time on the TV.
It read !2:45 am.
Apparently, it hadn’t been 7:15 am when she woke up, it had been 12:15 am. And there she was, all breakfasted and ready for her day – in the middle of the night!
Right about then, she told me, was when she started to laugh at herself. Really, what else was there to do? Eventually, she did go back to bed, but naturally, she couldn’t sleep, especially after the caffeine hit of the coffee. She ended up taking half a sleeping pill, so she did fall back asleep.
And woke up at … yep, 7:15 am. The real 7:15 am. Just in time to catch the beginning of the curling tournament on TV.
Is this stuff genetic?