>Last Friday was so full of random occurrences, I couldn’t write a straightforward blog post to describe the day. Even attempting a chronological day wouldn’t make sense. So…. here goes, in no particular order.
Random Acts of Fridayness
While I was in the kitchen putting together Twice Baked Potatoes and pork chops, Amigo was listening to old time radio dramas. “Mom, this one is Dinah Shore. Groucho Marx just invited her over for dinner.”
Near the end of the school day, a coworker burst into the room and told me that her son, a fighter pilot, would be in the flyover at the upcoming Packers game in Tampa Bay. She (my coworker, not the pilot) is a total non-sports person. This may be the first time in her life that she voluntarily watched a football game!
My fortune cookie at lunch told me that I’d be having a close encounter of a positive kind.
A substitute teacher, in for two weeks for a teacher who was hit hard by H1N1, brought me Starbucks (16 oz. Pike Place blend, black) as a thank you for helping her with science plans.
I pulled up to Jo to Go this morning and the barista (should that have two r’s?) knew what I wanted: 16 oz. hazelnut, black.
Chuck thought he might have to work late, but the newsroom was able to cover the stories without sending him out with the satellite truck.
Daughter sent word by g-chat that her computer now gets internet in her apartment. It’s not really a fix, more of a patch, but she was able to chat with her mother on a Friday night. A techie friend came over and helped her connect.
In conclusion, despite the lack of order in the recounting, it was a good Friday. Now the suspense: will such a day happen again? Will Daisy have a pleasant Friday ever again? One that’s eminently bloggable? Stay tuned, readers, and we’ll see if there’s another day packed with random acts worth reporting in the life of Compost Happens.