That would be me. Let me tell you about my attempts to get to work over the last two days…

Tuesday:
I told my kids I would wave to them as they walked to their end of year ceremony. Time was tight. Their procession left the school at 8.10. I had to be at the seminar at 8.45 and it is a 20-25 minute walk in between. Also, due to the seminar, I had on a dress and heels.

Well, trying to decide which heels would work best with the dress I had chosen, I was running a bit late. I missed the procession leaving the school, but saw it before their got to their final destination – the local church. It was important to me that my kids saw me waving to them, so I decided I needed to beat the procession to the church. I had to forgo the streets and cross the komvux schoolyard and park. I jumped the fence at komvux, ran the length of the parking lot, crossed one street, ran into the park, JUMPED A STREAM (in heels and short dress, remember!), ran across the park and stood calmly waving as my kids marched into the church. As soon as they hit the door I turned and ran back the way I came and walked as quickly as I could to make it to the seminar in the 20 minutes I had left before we started. I arrived with about 30 seconds to spare – sweaty with a twisted ankle from my little hop over the stream.

Wednesday (today):
Today it was raining cats and dogs. I worked from home in the morning hoping that it would stop before my departmental board meeting at 1. About 11.30 I heard the local high school students in the streets. Every year at this time, the streets are full of tractors pulling wagons full of new graduates – happy and singing. The problem that I had not anticipated in my carefully crafted plan of getting to work was that these tractors would block the buses from getting to the main station. The only bus I could get on was delayed by tractors. I looked on the schedule and saw that the lone bus standing in the station/street was one that passed the university. Great! Or so I thought… Everything seemed ok until we turned away from the direction of the university and started heading to the outskirts of town. Argh! I called my friend and told him which bus I was on and which station we had just passed. He looked up the schedule online and told me I had taken the right bus in the wrong direction. Well, crud. I will just take it the whole route until it comes back, I told him. It can’t take that long, can it. Apparently it can. I ended getting off in the middle of nowhere and he came and picked me up. a knight in shining audi.

is it time for vacation yet?????