Words I never thought I’d see in this blog.
Today’s been a hell of a day.
It all started with Himself shaking me awake at 6am, telling me that the girl’s alarm had failed and she was still asleep.
Rule #4 of the Kellypuffs Morning Readiness Logistical Exercise says that if the Girl misses her window of shower opportunity before 6am, then the next person in line (me) gets to jump the line and proceed. As so-definitely-NOT-a-morning-person, I’m not particularly fond of this rule, but a rule is a rule.
But it’s a change of routine, and I’m just as ritualistic as the next girl, so I’m disturbed.
Then we discover that the Girl’s car won’t start. What the hell? it was only a squillion degrees below zero last night. But it’s a diesel and they’ve sensitive about these kinds of things. So she now has to arrange alternate transportion to school. In spite of having half-a-dozen intensely loyal members of the girl posse, she doesn’t want to have to ask them for a ride. Oh well. I head off to work, confident she’ll figure something out, left to her own devices.
At work, my loudly trumpeted and long-planned test scenario execution pooped all over itself first thing this morning.
Now, if this post followed any normal conventions, what follows would be a “digression”: , an open appeal to my recuperating boss: Seriously, Russ … enough is enough. You have to come back to work now. The employees are running with scissors and not sharing. Besides, I really need to get at that candy jar behind your locked office door.
But the day gets better…
I talked to a good friend.
I got a lot of little things done and checked off the list.
Got home and discovered that the Girl had another half-day Wednesday today, so she came home, tidied the house, hosted some event for her peers, and was in the process of cooking a couple of cubic tons of fried rice for International Night at school tomorrow.
Band tonight … lots of fun music, including Candide, Amparito Roca, Sine Nomine, and Jurassic Park. Everyone sounded great, including our mile-long trumpet section. And there was some talk at the pub afterwards of renaming the band to “The Nashoba Valley Tenor Sax Concert Band”. Speaking of J.P.’s – there were 16 of us at the table tonight… some of us can remember when the Harvard Town Band didn’t have that many members.
And really, could any day be counted a complete loss if it included the words “ass clarinet”?!?