"You might not be able to get your reports written quickly tonight," my beautiful wife said mid-afternoon on Friday.
Now anyone that knows me understands that I hate being thrown off course. In fact, it makes me act like a dope.
"Why?" I asked, figuring that someone had broken something around the house. Camp Clifford is in disrepair at times due to the campers being a tad goofy.
"Someone smashed a pole. Lights are out all over the neighborhood. They're saying they might be on in the late afternoon."
But alas, Pops chimed in and told me that it might be 9 p.m.
That wouldn't work!!!
I had the reports but I also had to make my peppers for the hot pepper contest.
I didn't have time for any of this!!
To top it off, it was close to 90 degrees.
"The air is off. It's like a sauna here," Sam said.
The lights didn't come on in the early afternoon.
"We're gonna' miss A-Rod's last game too."
So, what did we do?
We went to a movie! So we could sit in the air conditioning.
The lights came back on at 9:15.
I wrote 15 reports, stuffed 30 peppers, and caught 3 of 4 A-Rod at-bats.
It all worked out.
But man...where would we be without all the things we're used to.
"The Wi-Fi is back on!" Sam cheered.
Stopping hitting poles in my neighborhood please!
I hate routine changes!
Now to win the pepper party!
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