The best laid plans sometimes get better
My plan is as perfect as it’s convoluted. Work, stay after work, travel northeast to game, travel southeast to pickup my wife, go home and sleep at 11-12.
This way, my students get to rehearse and makeup exams, I get to play Necromunda with some new fellas, and my wife gets a ride home instead of riding the trains for 24 miles.
Everything changes.
We’re having people over. What do you want to eat? my sister-in-law asks us.
I’m working downtown today, my wife tells me, so you don’t have to travel to Bufu to pick me up.
I’m bringing pie, my little brother says.
We’re ending after school practice early, my students tell me.
Cancel that road trip, cancel the after-school, cancel the game with strange people I’ve never met in person before. It’s a familly gathering.
At 4 I’m watching the niece and nephew eat as many potato chips as they can stuff in their faces.
At 5 I pick up a stuffed pizza at the place around the corner.
Mom is up and about by 6, and doing exercises on the stationary bicycle while her grandchildren run and jump around the living room.
The pie arrives (with my new niece!).
My wife shows up, bringing her appetite.
The family watches Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie “making up” after a violent action sequence.
My niece becomes “invisible” by talking to me when she’s not in the room.
My other niece drools on my wife’s shoulder first chance she gets.
I go home and almost immediately fall asleep.
It was a great plan. I’m glad I didn’t plan for any of it.
felixnation :: Apr.30.2008 :: Uncategorized ::
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