Unplanned events in busy May

Our calendar for May overflows: Prom, Mother’s Day, a church musical, a week in Philadelphia at the International Science and Engineering Fair, high school awards day, plus four graduations in a week with company coming and going in cars and planes. We had no room for anything to go wrong for three weeks.
The quote for May should have been the Biblical passage, “Be careful you who say tomorrow I will do this or that, you do not know what may happen tomorrow, say instead, ‘If the Lord wills, we will…”
Tuesday evening as I drove to a meeting I was to lead the station wagon decided if I wouldn’t rest it would. It quit right there in the middle of the street.
On Sunday morning as my husband returned from ISEF, a wheel bearing began crunching a few miles from home. Home safely he abandoned the mini-van and grabbed a ride to church with our son in time to see our daughter in a musical. The bearing had to be replaced before we could even consider repairing the damage thieves had done while stealing the mini-van last week.
With two cars out of commission and three people with three different work schedules needing to use the remaining car, it was time to accept my son’s offer of his car while he studied for finals.
The problem is his sports car thinks I am too old to drive it. It refuses to start or shift gears when I am behind the wheels. But since it goes from point A to point B, we borrowed it anyway. With the mini-van out of commission. An important detail, for our exchange students who has not driven anything else while learning to drive. She needed to take and pass the road test before her parents flew in from Germany on Thursday.
Of course this week the municipal auditorium was closed to driver’s tests. So Monday we dashed up to Camden in the sports car for her to take the test. With the state police officer strapped in the passenger side, the sports car caught a glimpse of me and refused to start, shift gears or respond to any of the teenager’s commands.
I poked, prodded, turned the key and wiggled the gear shift in vain. Just a the examiner said, “maybe you should come back next week when you have your regular car, the sports car roared with laughter. She got her driver’s license.
Wednesday started out well. I went to see the accolades heaped on my daughter and exchange student on Awards Day. Afterwards I folded myself into out compact car, reached to put a paper behind the visor and gave my eye a paper cut. So much for rushing to work. My husband took me to the eye doctor who washed out the tiny shreds of paper, made an invisible Band-Aid with a contact and gave me drops to numb the eye.
That was Wednesday. We have eight days of three weeks left to go.
As far as I’m concerned that is quite enough unplanned events for this month. Anything else can just wait until June.


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