So today's Wednesday, let's gather round the hut and get ready for some story telling. . . .
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Oh - I guess I'm supposed to tell the story. Well. Let's see.
Yesterday, I received a most distressing telephone call. It was from my next door neighbor, who so kindly watches my children for 45 after school until Amber or I get home. My neighbor's husband was waiting for my youngest to get off of the bus, but that never happened. Several children got off the bus, none of which was my offspring. So the husband called his wife, who is a school bus driver, not named Cheech, and let her know about my missing son. The wife then got on the radio and alerted the other bus drivers that there was a boy who may have gotten on the wrong bus and gave them my son's name.
After alerting the other bus drivers, she called tell me of the news. I thanked her, got ready to go to the school, and called Amber on my way. Amber had the important numbers and made the calls, to find out that because of the quick action of our neighbor, our boy was safely found on a different bus and was told where he needed to be dropped off. Amber then called me to tell me the good news, and then while I was speaking to Amber, received the verification call from our neighbor that our son was indeed safe.
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I received a telephone call from a dear friend. It was nice, because usually I make the effort to stay in contact, while he moves from place to place, changing his citizenship and places of employment trying to evade me. He's only called one other time in the last four months, and that was to get some "free" information out of me regarding a financial matter. I don't mind, and I'm not bitter. So I was excited when he decided to call. When I inquired about what he was calling about, he just mentioned that he had ordered some Chinese food, and thought to see how I was doing. When I'm in the lower 48 I'm often mistaken to be of Mexican or Asian decent. I don't mind. I just thought it was funny, that when he ordered ethnic food he thought of his minority friend.
Amber called, and told me how terrible the roads between Anchorage and Wasilla are. There was, in fact, a four car accident on the highway, with injuries, and it stopped traffic. I'm getting ready to drive into Anchorage, at the end of the day, when the roads are more treacherous. I think I may write another life insurance policy on myself before I leave. . . .
"We need to discuss what happened. We already set the rules before we agreed to it."
"Well? Don't you have anything to say? This is serious. We can't have something like this happen again."
"Once you are finished with your tea, would you like to take another stroll around the block?"
"May we discuss the situation?"
"Oh bother, I forgot the honey."