Life HAPPENS--when we are asleep

Welcome to my new blog--Life Happens when we are asleep. I don't know what direction
this blog will take. I'll just let it lead me. It will be more like the columns I used to write for
The Hometown Journal and maybe throw in a few recipes from the Aunt Jean's kitchen columns,
too. Come on board and we'll see where this blog takes us.

TOO EARLY OR TOO LATE?

It was the Monday morning after the end of Daylight Savings Time. I had an early appointment with the lab people because I had a doctor's appointment at noon and the
doctor wanted time to see the test results before he saw me.
I pretty well had my own routine on these blood work sessions. I always like to be
there when the lab opens at 7 AM. I have to fast for those tests, so as soon as I'm done,
we can go eat breakfast. Now, it wouldn't hurt for me to miss a meal or two or three,
but I haven't missed too many meals in my life, and see no reason to start now.
Things were really quiet there at Clay County Hospital that morning, so Jim and I kind of walked the halls, waiting for the registration ladies to open up their cubicles. I was getting a
little concerned because by this time, it was after 7 o'clock. It just seemed that there should
be more people stirring around.
Finally, a lady came cruising down the hall and asked if she could help us. When we told her
I was to have lab work done, she suggested we register at the ER, which we did. We noticed
a light was on in the lab, down the hall, so went down there and told a rather surprised
lab tech what we needed. She casually mentioned that perhaps we had forgotten to change our clocks at home on Saturday night, but I assured her that we had gone to church on Sunday
and had arrived on time.
After the lab work was done, as we walked down the hall to leave, we noticed a clock
in the cafeteria and it said IN BIG GLOWING NUMBERS--6 AM!!!! We finally figured out
we must have changed every clock in our house--except the one in the bedroom. On Sunday
we must have woke up on our own and simply didn't pay any attention to what the clock said in the bedroom.
It was such a strange feeling, wandering around in the pre-dawn hours at CCH, and it made us realize it was one of the loneliest places on the planet. Then, we thought
about the people who had spent the night there with loved ones who were very sick, or dying.
It must have been lonely for them, too.
Even with our too early expedition, though, we still weren't early enough to eat with the pre-dawn breakfast people at Grandma's Kitchen--but it was VERY early for two old-timers like us!