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Tuesday, September 23, 2003
DAVE ROBERTS, WHY HAST THOU FORSAKEN ME?
 I have been on this planet now for a little over 29 years. I have no recollection in recent years of a deluge of the likes of the one I saw today driving to work.
I seriously thought I was going to have to get out of my car and paddle. This past FRIDAY was supposed to have been the hurricane. That was NOTHING compared to this morning. And, there was virtually no indication from the weather "experts" to give me even the tiniest inkling that the rains were going to be of borderline Biblical proportions. "Yes," they said, "it will rain." Never did they say, "Check your survival kit and make sure you have hip waders in your glove compartment." My normal 20 minute drive to work took me nearly an hour this morning. In most professions, this may or may not be a big deal. But, I'm screwed if I don't get there before the kids do.  I hate coming into school 10 minutes before the kids. I feel so flustered and unprepared. This morning, I walked into my classroom at 7:57 am. The doors open for the kids at 8:05 am. I was a wreck.
Thank goodness my coffee pot has a timer that I set the evening before I leave. My ready and waiting piping hot coffee was my only saving grace this morning. It wrapped its warm arms around me and gave me a hug that said, "Don't worry about the apocalyptic-sized amounts of rain outside. You're here now. Drink me, and you will feel better." And I did. But I am still sore with Dave Roberts...Angel's dad or not. ¶ Ξ PDawg Composed at 5:46:00 PM |
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