What a long week we had. Work, rehearsals, then I was scheduled to sing at a graduation ceremony. With a lunch stain on my shirt, I ran home to change. Said hello to Jake and Sugaree, then changed myself and the kids and ran out to sing. There was a strange vehicle parked in front of our house, so I armed the house alarm to be safe. The following event happened on Friday evening, May 16: (cue forensic files music)
We arrive and greet some friends.
I get a copy of my song from the fabulous piano player.
I get the kids some food, my son has cake...for dinner.
I cut myself a bite of meat.
I make eye contact with aforementioned piano player...I'm up!
My cake-covered son screams for me.
My music mentor takes my son to "entertain him," he cries the entire time.
I sing, piano plays, we nailed it.
I sit down and check my phone, the alarm at my house is going off.
I flee the party, heading home to meet the cops.
When I approach our neighborhood, it becomes clear that the power is out, and I realize there is no emergency, just an alarm glitch. Whew! The officer is sweet to the kids, and we are home much earlier than planned.
My neighbor came by to see if our power was out, and I told her yes, and I was hoping to watch "my stories" but instead I'm taking the kids and dogs for a walk! "Wanna join us?" Now, I'll have 2 small kids and 2 dogs, and I expected her to decline, but she said she'd change out of her work clothes, and in 5 minutes we were on our way!
We talked about so much, and when we returned home, she said she was scared of dogs but it was nice to be out with mine and me because they are not so bad. I told her "Jake is a good boy."