It’s been a summer of amazing adventures I’ll give you that. I’ve been to more places this summer than I’ve been in the last 20 years. The summer adventure story, however, is for another time. This particular story is a reminder that "The Powers That Be" have decided they’re not quite done with me yet.
Ray and I were on our way home from a short 3-day excursion in Philadelphia to celebrate his birthday. No big deal, just an amazing time eating at Parc, visiting antique shops, taking in the show Memphis at the Walnut Street Theatre and discovering small watering holes near out hotel at Rittenhouse Square.
We were in the car about an hour from home when my phone rang. It was a familiar number, but I didn’t have a name attached to it so I couldn’t QUITE remember who it was.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Hi Vodka! It’s me, Your Principal. (Let’s call him Mr. InCharge.) How are you?”
“I’m fine! Having a great summer! How about you?”
It continued like that for a few minutes, and frankly I was thinking it was just a friendly call. Although Mr. InCharge doesn’t normally call for no reason, I was just chatting along not thinking anything was up. First mistake.
“Well,” he said slowly, “I’m sure this was the call you were hoping would never come,”
“WHAT???” I thought to myself, “Am I FIRED???”
He continued, his voice a bit apologetic, “We are looking at our kindergarten numbers, and, well, we only have about 30 children registered at this point. 30. Total. So…”
“Thirty?” I repeated stupidly. “Thirty in EACH class?”
“No,” he said slowly again, “Thirty in all. Total. So, that means that you will be going to first grade. I know we have some time until it’s official, but I thought I should at least let you know so that you can prepare yourself for the inevitable.”
“Well, (insert DEEP SIGH) okay then. I am going to have to digest this a bit, but... I know...that first grade will be fine. I loved it the two years I was there, but really it’s the moving part that might put me in the loony bin. Do they give prizes for the person who MOVES THE MOST? Cause I want that prize to be that I don’t have to move.”
I THINK he chuckled, but the rest of the conversation is a blur.
The moral of the story? When you are incredibly happy in some parts of your life, the Powers that Be love to $@*# you up. (Just for giggles.)
Now send me some @*&^%$ boxes and get your butts over here cause I need some !)!*@&^#% help. #I’m disausted.