Last night, for instance, I loaned my cel phone to Forest, because he was having trouble getting ahold of his friends, and they were going out. I figured I didn't need it. Then I discovered at 11 PM that Forest had been trying to reach me and worrying about me. To top it off, he'd reserved us a hot tub, and was going to take me to a movie! AAUUUGgghhh! I missed out on a romantic evening because I wasn't near the phone. I can't tell you how much that sucks.
Then, today I was packing like mad, getting everything ready to go to Tennessee this weekend. In wrestling everything around, I decided to put small, breakable items such as my palm pilot and cel phone in the locked compartment under the passenger's side seat. Then I forgot to get them out again. Apparently Forest spilled dip top on his jeans, and was trying all afternoon to get ahold of me so I could bring him some clean pants on my way to work.
So I've let him down twice now, not to mention that I was a complete pain in the ass last night, too.
See, I know better than to drink with Bill and Kathy. I really do. Nonetheless, after Kirstin's honors choir concert (a smashing success) I went to their house, and we had some ice cream to celebrate a good day in Kirstin's life. Then, the kids went to bed, Bill poured himself a scotch, and offered me a drink.
It was really good scotch. I polished off one rather generous glass of it with relative ease while we were discussing Kirstin's school situation, and collectively venting about it. Then Bill poured me some more. They were generous servings. I had just polished that off at 11 PM when Forest called for me, and I stood up for the first time in a few hours to talk on the phone. I hate that when you've overdone the drinking, you don't really notice sometimes until you stand up.
Well, I got my sea legs under me, and basically yammered something at Forest which led him to drive over and pick me up. Then I believe I was a bit of a wreck until he put me to bed. I know I apologized a dozen times. I really do know better than that. This is why I say I was a pain in the ass last night.
I'm bummed beyond belief that I foiled his sweet romantic suprise.
I have no idea what I'm doing this weekend. I packed for everything and anything. All the camping equipment is in the van, but I don't know whether we will use it or not. I packed food, but don't know if we'll eat it, and other things we may or may not need. There are clothes for "hotter than hell" and "colder than a witches..." and everything in between. I think.
Forest and I have been planning on going, but we really haven't talked about what we're going to do when we get there. I don't think he's talked to his cousin yet, so we don't exactly know when we should aim to be in Knoxville. Oh, well. It will be sort of fun to have an adventure with unknown destinations and such. I'm a bit concerned that in the past two weeks my van has lost a quart of oil. I don't know where it's going, but I think I'll check it carefully along the way. It would downright suck to have the van break down in Tennessee or Kentucky. Or practically anywhere else, actually.
Kirstin's honors choir concert was really nice. The kids sang all sorts of cool music, most of the songs were freedom songs and African-American spirituals. At first I was alarmed, because I couldn't find Kirstin among the 70 kids on the risers. Then I realized I had been looking among the *little* kids, and mine isn't little anymore. I can't believe how grown up she looked last night!
They had a lovely rendition of We Shall Overcome which I thought was quite moving... even more so than usual since it was coming from a bunch of 8-year-olds who still sang it with so much hope. They used sign language, too.
Kirstin sang in a small group during one of the verses of the Battle Hymn of the Republic. Her verse was:
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
While God is marching on.
She sang with such conviction on her face as I have never seen before. And she used the word "transfigure." Wow. I don't use that word, and I'm a grownup! I guess I'll have to use it more often. To top it off, the kids sang more verses to the Battle Hymn than I knew, which is a feat in itself. I've got a pretty good memory for music, and knew all the words to all the other pieces they sang. I was impressed that they stumped me.
I only wish Kirstin would have smiled more during her show. When she did, she sure lit up her part of the stage!
All in all, I was a proud mom.
I won't be writing on Monday because I will still be on the road back from Tennessee, and have to go straight to rehearsal when I get to town. Have a nice weekend!
