... back to our regular scheduled programming, already in progress. As Aunt Bea used to say, "Holy Jeebus, Andy, but it's been a biatch of a week!". And it really was.
It started with my In-laws driving down from The Big Nickel for their annual Autumn stay here in All Mixed Up Land. That, in itself, throws a wrench into the ebb and flow of the household schedule, what with having to make sure there's ample provisions and clean blankets on hand.
On top of that:
We had our first 'university information night' for BandGeek - two-and-a-half hours of infomercial blandness punctuated by dollars threatening to fly out of the bank account.
JediBoy had an overnighter school trip requiring taxi service and packing assistance. The lesson: teenagers need access to a shower every day.
Your Scribe (that's me) spent quality time with his father-in-law installing new flooring for his sister-in-law. He also got bit by a small dog in the rain when all he was trying to do was coax the wee mutt through a broken fence back into his own yard. The fence will be fixed post-haste.
A family reunion of sorts meant that Dee and I were unable to check out Roller Girls as we had planned.
But the one thing that sticks out this week was a fundraiser concert. One of JediBoy's classmates from Grade 8 last year was diagnosed with a rare type of cancer this past Spring. The backstory is long and sad, of course. But some very hardworking folks in the community (including JediBoy and BandGeek) put together a school concert to raise funds for the family - a bit of help as they cope with all the necessities of living through their extraordinary experience. It was a pretty emotional evening - hundreds of people gathering to offer whatever they could.
But to be sitting there a few nights ago, watching Alex wheel up on stage, after 4 rounds of chemo, and belt out a kick-ass, old school, country song - well, not too many dry eyes, I'm afraid. Even the folks covering the event for A-Channel had to pause a bit. It's trite and altogether hackneyed to suggest that a 14 year-old girl fighting cancer can put the world into perspective, but that she did.
I think there were hidden messages embroidered into this week. Things never stay the same for very long, so don't miss the scenery while you're enjoying the ride.