Oct 22 2007
Meloch Standard Time
For the last couple weeks, I have been waiting for Daylight Savings Time to arrive. It has always been in October, but this year it is the first Sunday in November. I love Fall Daylight Savings Time because I get an extra hour to be lazy and sleep in. The Sunday of Daylight Savings Time is always a boon for Sunday School teachers as church attenders who forget, show up expecting church, but get to attend Sunday School instead. I may not have experienced the change to Daylight Savings Time, but I have moved from Manry Standard Time to Meloch Standard Time. Dale and I had friends in Germany who would arrive at events well after the start. When people would mention how late they were, they replied that they operated on Klinner Standard Time. I liked the concept and have observed many families who operate on their own personal time schedule. In Hawaii, people operated on Aloha Time and apparently in Iraq, Dale is experiencing Kurdish minutes. Our Aussie friend, Jed, calls the time in between starting to leave and actually departing, “the void”. Jed spends a lot of time in the void. Meloch Standard Time has many parts. There is Thrift Center Day, Prayer Meeting, and various episodes of Law and Order. Within the first 48 hours of my Moms arrival, my cabinets are rearranged, the laundry is washed, and something is broken. But the most important component to Meloch Standard Time is dinner at 5:30pm. Before my parents arrived, I told the kids that we would soon have 3 1/2 weeks of dinner at 5:30pm. To which Josiah replied, “and 3 1/2 weeks of the toilet seat being up.” When Dale and I first married, my Mom tried to tell me that Dale would expect dinner at 5:30pm. Dale was never even home at 5:30pm, and was either personally thankful that I bothered to make dinner even if we ate between 7:00pm and 8:00pm, or figured he better not comment and push his luck. In Meloch Standard Time, not only must dinner be eaten at 5:30pm, but planning for dinner must take place well in advance. Last week, my Mom and I spent the morning working in the yard. We were both tired and dirty when we stopped for lunch. As we walked into the house, my Mom asked me when I was going to start dinner. I had been planning on eating lunch, but soon found myself cutting up potatoes and browning a pot roast to put in the crock pot. I ate my lunch afterwards, I was on Meloch Standard time after all.
Yep, know just what you mean. Every time my Mom visited when the kids were young, first thing she’d do is rearrange all my kitchen cabinets. She couldn’t figure out how I could work in a kitchen with everything in the wrong place. One time she relocated a whole bud of garlic and I never did find it.
The other night Mugs yelled at the kids we were late. The first thing I thought about is that we ate supper at 6 insted of 5:30 the Meloch time to eat, We would not have been late, but I did not say anything right away. Being the gentleman that I am. P.S.I am never late, Because I feel that other peoples time is important to them.
You’re probably lucky that you didn’t say anything right away! For your sake, I hope you didn’t say anything later either.