There is a divide between professional golfers and ordinary golfers that we ordinaries long to close. The game is so fickle and unpredictable and the small variations that make a big difference are so incomprehensibly tiny, it is possible to imagine that some day, for no reason other than the whimsy of a random universe, I will step on the course and play, not like myself, but like Jim Furyk.
In reality, that will never happen. If the professional/ordinary gap is threatened at all, it is by scenarios like this one: Furyk has a dead cell phone, his alarm doesn’t go off, he oversleeps, misses his tee time and is disqualified from a potentially very lucrative tournament.
Oversleeping. How common. Although some are more prone to it than others.
In 25 years of doing a weekday morning radio show that started as early as 5 am, I can recall oversleeping two times. In each case I was about one half hour late and both times my duties were handled by an extremely capable co-host. I felt off my game for the rest of the day, and there were other ramifications too. I developed a blister on one foot because I rushed out the door with putting on socks, and my shirt was 15% more wrinkled than normal but nobody said a word about it, perhaps out of politeness. No harm done.
But oversleeping can he hazardous.
If, for instance, you’re involved in a bankruptcy proceeding and are ordered by the court to appear at a meeting of your creditors and then don’t show up because you overslept and later you still don’t show up even though your attorney calls you to ask “where are you?” and even later when the marshal calls of course you promise him you will surrender yourself at the courthouse within an hour and a half but instead you jump in a car and go with your girlfriend to Florida with this crazy plan to hide out in a boat because you harbor a wild fantasy that you will never have to come back to face the music, then, well, you could wind up in jail.
A good alarm clock and a little common sense will help you avoid many problems.
Have you ever been penalized for oversleeping?
Trail Baboon 
no, but i often feel penalized for undersleeping.
good morning, All
such beautiful days lately
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Rise and Shine Babooners:
I’m not a golfer Dale. Who is Jim Furyk and how does he play? I always wondered how you managed that schedule over the years. Sleeping in must have meant 6:00 am. Did you ever see your family?
I don’t oversleep–and I never have. My body just won’t allow it. I often wish I could. Every morning I wake up about 5:45 am. Sometimes I sleep til 7:00am on Saturday or Sunday, but I still wake up, then go back to sleep.
It’s gotta be genetic. My brother and one nephew have nearly the same pattern. My sister is up between 4:30 and 5:00 am and is fast asleep by 8:30 pm. We are descended from farmers and Puritans…Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man wealthy (we missed that part), healthy and wise. HMMMM. Never been wealthy, not that healthy, and wise is questionable, too. But I’ve not been to bankruptcy court, either!
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You found your voice, Jacque. Is your router working?
I just gave up on mine and connected directly to the internet. The speed and efficiency are thrilling, but a whole lot of stuff I paid good money for is not working now that I don’t have the router going.
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Just got an email from my husband. the new service is in place and blazing fast. What A Pain!
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Jacque,
Jim Furyk is very good. It’s a shame that he overslept. Golf is such a funny sport, even the best can be humiliated in a way that is familiar to everyone who attempts to play. I hate to see someone at that level miss a chance to play over something as dumb as this.
For quite a few years I got up at 3:30 am for The Morning Show. My usual line about that was this one – “It’s not hard to get up very early in the morning, but it’s very difficult to STAY up.” Around 1 pm I’d sink out of sight. When my son was very young I would get home in time to be his caretaker for the afternoon. On the best days we’d nap at the same time. On the worst … I’d rather not re-visit that.
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Dale, I notice you say “sink” instead of “slink”. Does this mean the sinking took place on any convenient chair?
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When I oversleep I don’t get a chance to come to the TB. It is a severe penalty!
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i can remember oversleeping in hong kong for a plane and went downstairs to the lobby with my stuff thrown into a suitcase and my passport misplaced. i found the passport at the front desk (tough night the night before) jumped into a cab and made the plane by the skin of my teeth.
doesn’t happen often and the consequences are usually enough to keep it at bay
my 17 year old used to get real upset when we would let him oversleep when he was a kid getting up for the bus. he was a jerk and mean in the morning and finally i told him he was on his own. breakfast, shower and time to get your brain together are all options that are variables you have control over and he did figure it out. he overslept one day last week for the first time in a couple years.
life does teach lessons and oversleeping is one of those things we learn isn’t it.
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I’m happiest in the morning with 8 hours’ sleep, a hot shower and breakfast. That never happens on weekdays for this night owl, being that I work late and then get worried that I’ll oversleep and so lay awake at 1 or 2 am.
There is this absolutely hilarious article — I think so anyway — about owls and larks that I read on the Internet many years ago; shockingly I managed to find it by Googling “owl lark journal shaw”.
http://www.essex.ac.uk/ecpr/publications/eps/onlineissues/autumn2002/profession/owls_and_larks.htm
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That article is a hoot!
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Whooooo says so?
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I believe the world is divided into two kinds of people, those who believe the world is divided into two kind of people, and those who don’t.
Wish I had said that first, but I didn’t.
Thanks MN in Sudbury-that was just the sort of head-banging analysis I needed to top off my day. Loved it.
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I typically wake up well before the alarm goes off, and I never oversleep. I think I have mentioned in other posts the sleep challenges I have with all our animals and a husband who snores and who gets combative when he has bad dreams. I thought my daughter would be a hard one to wake up for school, but she is a real trooper and gets herself up at 6:00 every school day. She has a makeup regimen that she does every morning and I think this motivates her. I sometimes take a 10 minute snoozette in my office in the afternoon and that helps keep me going.
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Greetings! I am an early to bed, early to rise type of person who needs a good 8 hours of sleep to function well. Typically, I’m awake between 6 or 7 am no matter what time I go to bed. My husband is just the opposite — he stays up late and sleeps really late, so his 2nd shift work is ideal for him. Plus, he needs 10 hours of sleep, minimum, it seems. My 15-yr old has been a champion sleeper this summer. Honestly, I don’t know what time those two go to bed, so if there’s nothing pressing they sleep until 11 or 12 or beyond. I just don’t get it and couldn’t do it even if I wanted to.
My oldest son (the Marine) and youngest are more like me, although 13-yr old has had a lazy summer as well.
I remember oversleeping a couple times and having to rush to get kids ready and actually drive them to school. I don’t recall being badly late to work due to oversleeping — other reasons, maybe, but not oversleeping.
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Hail, Babooners! Noticed that the first comment on this blog was posted at 6:30am. Bet we won’t hear from those who have been penalized for oversleeping until about 10:30am.
Thanks for the link MN in Sudbury! Guess I am a lark – I recall a friend saying early one morning, “Quit your chirping!” Don’ know why she was acting so owly.
On to other things – Dale, I bet there are many artists who are lamenting the loss of the Morning Show. You and Jim Ed had such a unique connection to those performers. At our house hearing a conversation between you and the artisit was often the
deciding factor in attending their show. Now we don’t even have the connection between the music we hear and who is performing, much less any upcoming, local performance of the artists, unless we go search for it via the computer. Maybe this has been discussed here before, but as time goes on, I very much feel the loss of that wonderful public service which you provided .
On to other things –
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I strongly agree with your comments about missing the Morning Show. It was such a huge part of my life. It was like a musical/artistic compass for me and now I feel like that compass is gone!
One specific memory: In August 1994 I voluntarily transferred from my nursing job at Faribault Regional Treatment Center to work in St Paul at the DNR headquarters. It was 57 miles from my house in Faribault to the DNR building in St Paul. I left at 6:45 a.m. to be there at 8 a.m. Guess what I listened to… 🙂
Anyway, one Friday morning Dale had Joel Rafael and his daughter Jamaica on the show and I fell in love! There was a song in my heart (ear worm) all day and I broke freeway speed limits to get home and grab a friend to go BACK to Minneapolis and see Joel Rafael and his daughter at the Cedar that night. It was an unforgettable concert – so glad I caught it – so grateful to Dale and the Morning Show for pointing me in the right musical direction time after time.
Your show was valuable in so many ways, Dale, and your impact on Minnesota’s culture is incalculable.
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Thanks for that memory, Krista. I recall the morning Joel and Jamaica and the band came in. What a wonderful group. It makes me happy to think you were able to make it to their show that night, too!
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I’ve got a feeling I’m going to regret posting this message. But I’d like to believe I’m not the only one whose life is so screwed up that this happens. I have woken up and found that I was terribly late to start my day. Panic. Then a period of confusion sets in and bugs me more and more. (What’s that show on the radio? Why isn’t it “Morning Edition”?) And then, finally, it begins to dawn on me that it is 9 PM, not 9 AM.I’ve woken up from a nap, not a night of sleep. Oi veh! Put the eggs back in the fridge. Pour the coffee back in the coffee maker.
You’ve done it too, maybe? Or is it just me?
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Not to worry, Steve. Your secret is safe with us. I may have done that as a party-hearty college student, but I live and die by my sleep/wake schedule now. Besides, you’re a writer — an artist, and semi-retired to boot if I’m not mistaken — so you’re exempt from the social expectation and corporate need for a regular sleep/wake schedule. But, yes … it is disconcerting.
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Did it. Put on my uniform and everything in a blind panic. Then realized it was 7pm, not 7am.
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So funny. I have another nurse story, but it happened to “Betty,” not me.
Betty lived in Kenyon, about 13 miles from work. Poor Betty had a lazy, shiftless, drunken husband and some high-maintenance kids. Betty was known to be stressed-out, accident prone and often confused. She was one of the sweetest women who ever lived. Betty was an “old-school” nurse and always wore her uniform: a white skirt and top, with a slip and white hosiery.
This is the story as Betty told it. One day, she thought she was scheduled to be at work at 1 p.m. She hadn’t slept well the night before (something about the husband), so she got ready early and laid down in her white blouse, stockings and her slip to nap for awhile at about 11 a.m. She woke up at 1 p.m.
She jumped up, realizing what time it was and that she had a 13-mile commute ahead of her. She ran out the door, jumped in the car and headed down the driveway. One of the horses was out and she almost hit it as she barreled out. It put a hoof into the car fender as she went by. She was fuzzy and sleepy and sped to work. She came running in the back entrance, took the elevators to 3rd floor and barged into the nursing station – in her slip.
We said, “Betty, what are you doing here?” She was scheduled to work at 1 p.m. THE NEXT DAY.
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i agree, Thyrkas – and today especially – the first friday of state fair.
MN in S – thanks for the link. took me awhile (i’m not a simplifier, but i’m fairly simple) to understand and laugh because i was worrying about all of the terms i didn’t know. lark knotter here, i’m afraid 🙂
happy weekend!
i’ll be in the barn trying to get Alba to take her medicine. (she has a tape worm (!!!!) well, probably more than one, and is so skinny. but she is, of the six, the very most obstinate and i, as her caretaker, have no heart for starving her until she gives in and eats the medication pellets. uffda. tried molasses, sunflower seeds – all of her favorites. and to boot, i have to milk and dump for the dosing days plus 12 days after the last dose. breaking my heart. more than you wanted to know 🙂
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It’s always interesting to hear about the goats, Barb, whatever the topic.
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Left to my own devices, I’d probably sleep until at least 8 or 9 every morning (and stay up until 11 or midnight). Alas, this does not work with the schedule the rest of the world expects me to keep. Fortunately, being a technical theater major in college meant that part of my education included perfecting the 20 minute nap, the 5 minute shower, and an ability to be dressed and ready for any occasion in about 30 minutes (I tease my husband about how it takes me less time to shower, dress, and get my make-up on than it takes him to shower). Which means that even if I oversleep I can usually still get wherever I need to be close to on time. Mostly.
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We were remimneded on our trip to Canada that nothing really gets going there until 9 or 9:30 in the morning. Stores, banks, and businesses, construction sites all open much later than they do in the States. In some respects we found it slightly inconvenient, but if I were a worker there I would appreciate the more sedate and sane hours.
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Yup yup and yup! Open on Sunday? What?
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Morning–
I am a night owl… didn’t always work with being a farmer and getting up to milk cows. (I got up about 6 AM; Nothing is happening at 4AM that wouldn’t be still happening at 6AM…). But when I was younger I didn’t always hear my alarm… and sometimes my dad would come down and throw open my door and yell at me that I was late– still racks me with guilt and shame…
Once I had a friend who worked in a hotel give me a ‘wake up’ call…
I have woken up late a few times and had the familiar rush through clothes, boots and out the door… I don’t recall any times though that it was really life or death lateness…
just inconvenience…
Enjoy the fair!
Have a great weekend!
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I am playing electrician today…. got some new toys. However tab ‘A’ doesn’t want to fit into slot ‘B’ and tab ‘E’ thinks it should be part of slot ‘B’ as well… so working on that…
A good challenge though!
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what toys? i love new toys (guy stuff ladies)
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While all of you are at the fair this weekend, I am going to kill my front lawn preparatory to turning it into a vegetable garden for next Spring. It is going to be a weird feeling purposely killing grass I have worked hard to keep growing.
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Yikes Renee!
How are you going to do that? Round-Up?
My front lawn is a horrible mess and is already severely discouraged. I was thinking of doing it in by standing on the curb, reading some of my poetry out loud. I’m thinking it would take no more than an hour.
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I have killer poems to add to your read.
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Yes, Roundup it is, although I hate the thought of that herbacide all over the place. I need to be especially careful when I apply it on the south side of our lot as our south-side neighbor dislikes us at the best of times and if it leaches onto his lawn I don’t want to think what he’ll do. But come now, your poetry can’t be that bad! I think a recitation of the more obsure works of Bullwer-Lytton or a couple of chapters from Sara Palin’s book would be quite toxic.
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Here in Efrafa we are not allowed to do anything to our on our lawns. I am jealous. But you all should know that Renee does not live in prime lawn country; she is in or on the edge of an area that qualifies as a desert by rainfall.
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You are absolutley right, Clyde, about our semi-arid climate. I just can’t see the point of wasting our water on a lawn anymore. If I have to water, I want to be able to eat the results.
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Ah, but remember that the lawn is the highest expression of American culture.
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we did that in Duluth maybe 20 years ago – but i tilled the lawn into the soil along with about 15 bags of composted turkey manure. then we sealed it all under a heavy layer of black plastic (boy, that didn’t please the neighbors!) for a whole year to kill the weeds, etc. (the heat and lack of light) and then a year later planted it. drove by it yesterday and it is chaotic and beautiful – ablaze with color. and no roundup entered the picture. but as i said, the year of black plastic was not a neighbor-pleaser.
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Oh Barb, I wish I could skip the Round up, but I can’t wait another year for more garden space. Your comment about turkey manure reminds me of the time my dad got a load of very fresh turkey manure from a friend of his who raised the birds (Luverne used to have a huge turkey statue north of town in Highway 75 in tribute to all the turkeys raised there. I also marched with the Luverne Band more times than I care to remember in Worthington’s Turkey Day parade) and proceeded to spread it all over the lawn. It was so fresh it burned the all the grass, and we had stinky manure and turkey feathers all summer. My mom was furious at my dad, but the next summer we had a really healthy green lawn.
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I’ve used the black plastic method – it works well.
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There once was an urbanite named Dale,
Who wanted his front lawn to fail.
When he read his bad poetry,
It was reduced to a moiety.
He planted the other half in kale.
(Who hasn’t wanted to rhyme moeity?)
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Thanks for the new word of the day, Clyde — I had to look up moiety.
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My mom did that to her back yard last year so that it could be planted with native plants this summer. She now has an entire yard full of flowers and things that require little or no maintenance. Well worth it, I think.
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Hey Renee-
I’m getting rid of the wasteful grass bit by bit in my yard by the cardboard and topsoil method known as Lasagne Gardening. One of my neighbors and fellow school moms is a professional urban farmer and covered her entire yard with raised beds filled with topsoil and installed a pretty simple drip irrigation system.
I realize soil might be a pretty spendy item in your part of the world, but think about that drip irrigation to get the most out of your watering.
If your neighbors are of the grass only school, offer them some of your delicious produce. We have friends who keep bees and their first year loaded up the kids with a wagonful of quart jars of honey to distribute through the neighborhood. They have never gotten a complaint.
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Lasagna gardening sounds intriguing, Madislandgirl. We have a great source for truckloads of inexpensive composted cow and horse manure from the local stockyard. I can’t wait to put in the drip hoses, which will eliminate lots of hose hauling. We have offered our neighbor fresh raspberries in the past and he has churlishly turned them down. I don’t think there’s much hope of ever pleasing him.
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Well, if what you are dealing with is churlish you are doomed no matter what , so do as you please and let him churl, say I.
You are thinking about doing this at just the right time for Lasagna Gardening, which is very googlable (in your eye, English language purists). You want the layers to have time to do their thing over winter if at all possible.
I do envy you your access to all that manure-we make do with St Paul Civic Compost, when we can get it-the competition is stiff for the little bit that gets dropped off at our compost site.
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I had sort of done the lasagne gardening thing when I first dug up the soil in back yard for a garden. Considering how easy it is to kill grass (no sun, no water) in my experience, using Round-Up seems unnecessary. If you don’t kill all of it, well … you have to weed a garden anyway. Wouldn’t covering it just over winter suffice? And all that lovely manure and compost will do wonders for your vegetables.
But so much work … which is why I use — wait for it … EARTH BOXES! The garden has gone to weeds but I get amazing tomatoes or anything in a few Earth Boxes. But Renee is a much harder worker than I am. I’d rather spend my time in karate.
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Madislandgirl,
“…googlable (in your eye, English language purists)…”
I laughed!!
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You want to grow a lasagna garden?
First, ask your neighbors’ pardon.
Collects info which is googlable.
Collect lots of droppings a-bull
Then your yard will soon have chard on.
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renee there are people like this in the world.
my dad was a very reasonable man and when it came to people he was very realistic there also. he had an expression form his upbringing in fargo in the land of norwegians and sweedes. he said the translation is not perfect but awfully close. the expression is as follows (modified to allow dales good standing in the blogging world:
F… em! feed em fish.
i love that expression and think it more often that i use it.
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Husband tells of when he was teaching high school math… partied hearty with other teachers the night before the last day of finals, woke up at 9:30 to find his alarm clock across the room on the floor… got to his class to find his students halfway through the first test. 🙂
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I was a night owl and enjoyed parties when I was younger. It was the wrong time of my life to go to nursing school and to try to work a nurse’s schedule. The work hours were variable and were either extremely early (6 a.m – 2 p.m.) or extremely late (4 p.m. – midnight). It was hard to get my body on a sleep schedule when my work schedule was so erratic and I really wanted to socialize. I used to oversleep a lot and I got into trouble at work for not being there promptly at 6 a.m.
I know the dreadful feeling of realization – just as your feet are hitting the floor and your sleepy, fuzzy brain is still echoing “What time is it!” – that you are really going to be late this time. You try to grab coffee and it goes all over the counter and the floor. The dog has to go outside. You put your scrub top on inside out. Where’s my keys??? Oh, coffee…
Now, older and steadier, my work life is tediously boring with a tedious routine. Years of continuously adhering to an imposed schedule will create an internal alarm clock where none previously existed. I can no longer sleep past 6:30. I usually get up around 5:45 and rarely oversleep anymore. I suspect though, that if given the chance, I could revert to being a night owl and sleeping in. I think it would take some years of retirement before that would happen.
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Dale–I think we are all grieving today. Certain days remind us of our loss of the MS. I was there from Garrison on, as I have said too many times. It followed me all through my life. Used to listen in so many places and ways; best memory was riding in the morning, which often synced with my moments like I mentioned yesterday with a song on Classical. I did not ride on the day at the fair. Got to work by 6 and would transfer the phones to another office so I could listen all the way through without interuption. Dreamed of being there live, but that could not be.
Speaking of brief, cynthia in mahtowa says on facebook she buried a very special dog of 16 years.
I will not discuss my sleep and wake issues: would be a long tale like I started a few days ago.
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Ditto to the grief. What a loss. The State Fair show was pure DELIGHT.
I went almost every year.
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i was there this morning and it was painful to stand in front of the mpr booth. the vocalessence mini choir was great but i felt like i was enjoying my ex wife or something similar. like ok’ing the consequences of someone who has wronged me. i am certain i will be in a place some time down the road i am comfortable with but that is not the case today.
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I don’t know if I’ve ever been penalized for oversleeping. I did almost miss an engineering statistics exam in college once. At the time, I was using an alarm clock that plugged into the wall. The power had gone out some time in the night, which reset the clock. I didn’t wake up until the exam started at 9 am. I got there half an hour late, but my professor still let me take the exam. The same thing had happened to someone else in my class, and he arrived a couple minutes after I did, haha. Luckily, we were given 2 hours to take finals and I only needed an hour 🙂
I do remember running to a lot of my classes freshman year of college. I lived on campus, so I figured I could sleep a little later. I would end up getting up 5 minutes before class started, throw on some clothes, and make it to class on time, haha.
Now that I have the dog, I’m not allowed to sleep in, even on weekends. He wakes me up at 6 am (our normal wake-up time) every day. Sometimes, I can get him to go back to sleep if I make sure his kennel is dark. I definitely haven’t overslept since May though…
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Ah, yes, college. Alanna, you remind me of one oversleep on a very cold and blustery morning at Iowa State, in Ames. I decided to try and make it to class anyway, but I had only gotten to the Student Union as the damn Campanile struck 8 a.m. I knew I still had an 8 minute walk to this one class, so I just took a quick right into the Union, got some cocoa and played bridge instead…
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Friday Vignette of the Day: My daughter had a friend whom I will call Sara from ages 3 to 13, who was a case, quite a case, with an enchanting deep gravelly voice. In our pix of my daughter’s birthdays you would think, by the way she positions herself, that they were Sara’s birthdays. Sara had a brother one year younger, whom I will call Bill. Sara moved away from Two Harbors in grade 7. They have reconnected on facebook.
Wednesday my daughter and family were at VF, and she kept seeing a very distinctive-looking man who she thought must be Bill. But she decided it was too big a coincidence to talk to him. You can see this coming, can’t you? So she came home and looked through Sara’s facebook and there he was.
But you cannot see this coming. As my daughter searched about Bill on facebook, she found out that Bill works upstairs from me. He passes my window a few times most days.
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blackhoofy barb: former children’s librarian wife and I went to a movie last night with a goat in it, who gets to sleep in a bed. “Return of Nanny McPhee.” Some neat effects and visually delightful. Actors and characters were charming; how could Emma Watson, Maggie Gilanhal, Rhys Infans, and Maggie Smith not be charming. Kids were perfect. But Emma’s story was weak, the weak part of the movie. Barb, you would love the portrayal of the farm—funny, charming.
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thanks, Clyde! always looking for “goat” movies.
sleep well, All. but not too long.
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I think it’s time for Dale to have a new show. The fair isn’t the same and mornings are just hurry up and go to work. I really miss the Morning Show. Dumb MPR.
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Yea agreed, I was listening to the 2005 State Fair show yesterday, that was the year it POURED buckets of rain. It was the best morning radio I had ever heard. MPR kept its word and the archives are still there. So we cant write them off just yet. My favorite part was listening to the excerpt of the 1987 fair show during the 5 AM pre fair show hour, and Dale was in the Chicken barn, turning the lights on and the place going crazy with roosters crowing and whatnot , immediately followed by Charie Mcquire sing Around the Place I know that Fall is here Acapella, that gives me the chills every time I relisten. Nice work!
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Oh Aaron, you are such a bright spot!
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Thank you Aaron, I did not know about the State Fair show archives…
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figure out a way to copy everything quickly before it disappears please archive it!!!
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Amen to that. I’m not sure if you guys ever heard of Art Bell, but he had a wild and woolly show called Coast to Coast AM which aired around midnight or so, syndicated on a local station. It was a 2-hour show where he interviewed all manner of psychics, conspiracy theorists, alien abduction victims, time travelers, fringe scientists, etc. It was a great show until he just up and quit one day several years ago.
My point is (for Dale), Art had his own studio, broadcast equipment, antennae, etc., built next to his home I believe. Obviously an expensive proposition, but Art also lived in the middle of the Nevada desert not far from Area 51. Just a thought …
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I have always been a late sleeper; I almost lost my first full-time job because I couldn’t get there by 8:00 a.m. despite two alarm clocks placed in odd places. My sister had to telephone me every morning for a year so I could get to work. Now, 30-some years later, I get up when I need to, but I’ve never had a job where I had to be there particularly early. On weekends, when I can get up without an alarm, I usually rise at 8:45 or 9:00, and I am the first one up in my household — usually by at least two hours. Which is why, I guess, when I post here I always post late.
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