Mishaps

I wrote this in November. It still describes every day of my life.

There's not a theme to this. Just how the past few days have gone.

Last week was a blur of teaching classes and riding buses. Getting off at the wrong stops, Jay Sean making sure I didn't miss the bus, being sprayed down by inefficient sprinklers, finding out my kids' books had been written in before I bought them, learning that the room we had scheduled hadn't been scheduled right... the mishaps not unfamiliar to my life. Friday I tutored a student in geometry, which was interesting because I haven't formally studied geometry in years, so the brief refresher course made me wonder why I hated it in eighth grade. And then the girl asked me about proofs.
Oh yeah.

Saturday Jada and I went to Disney World for her birthday. Gosh, it was so much fun. Of course, we got up at 6am so we could leave by 6:30 and didn't get on the road til almost 8. Only after forgetting the tickets and having to turn around and get them. Then we got on the turnpike and ended up sitting in the middle of it, with the car off, waiting for the firetruck and ambulance and the people clearing the burning car off the road. That was actually pretty fun. We made friends with the lady in the truck next to us (she liked that we were playing our music way too loud with our windows rolled down. She told us.) and we watched people wander around, being curious, and we laughed at how many different people were out on the turnpike that day. People in their pajamas, a lady with a dog, the lady who we thought was headed to the temple because of the white dress hanging in the backseat of her car but then she pulled out a box of cigarettes... On the road again, we got to Disney World and got a fantastic spot right in front of the main gate. Of course, then I forgot to put the parking receipt in the window, so while Jada stood in line to grab tickets, I had to run back out to the car... lucky it was close! We ran around all day, riding roller coasters, running into people, cartwheeling on bridges, having random people wish Jada a happy birthday (and a random garbage can?), I got a nice family to sing to her... when we left that night we were exhausted, and still had the three hour drive home. Which turned into an eight hour drive home. A serious blunder. For another day, when I can laugh at it. We got home at 4:30, I had to be up 3 hours later for a meeting at the church, which ran until church started, and I ended up running around until 6 or so that night. I finally collapsed on my bed and slept for twelve hours. Then woke up, was awake for a couple of hours, then collapsed again.

There wasn't a theme to this. And then I realized that I only gave details on the mishaps. My life's full of them. I don't ever have a story where nothing goes wrong. I guess it's a good thing I see them as adding flavor to what may be ordinary events.

Oh. Guess I don't have those either.