Tonight was Ms. Paschen’s farewell concert with her 8th grade choir and 2 of her acapella groups. That meant Isaac and Sadie were on stage at the middle school. Which meant that I had to get Big I some new britches, as he’s out-talled his last pair of dress pants. That’s splendid for him, but no one informed the pant-sellers that we were coming. There were NO PANTS at TJ Maxx, Ross, or WalMart. None. Zero. Nada.
Incredible.
I finally got the boy hooked up with a snazzy pair from Sears (there was one rack, with one style…), got his shirt ironed, let him pick a sweet orange bow tie (yes, it’s a real bow tie, not a clip on) and they scooted out the door just in the nick of time.
Kim took the kids to the concert while I headed to a meeting at the church office. But since the office is so close to the school, Kim gave me the Red Alert just before the choir came out, and I made a beeline over to the school.
Just as I turned out of the driveway at the office a thunderstorm rolled into Happy Valley. Our offices sit on one of the most picturesque pieces of land in the entire valley. To see a thunderstorm from Harvest Fields is amazing, breathtaking, and captivating. Everybody should get there for at least one, especially if you can make it at night.
The concert was stellar–the kids sounded great, and Ms. Paschen was loved on and sent off with style and flowers! I hurried back to my meeting, arriving just in time for the wrap up.
But my eyes were on the Mount Nittany ridge, thrilled to see the lightning snake earthward and to hear the booming thunder roll through the valley.
I love a good thunderstorm. It’s 11:27, and the storm has returned. I think I’ll keep the windows open tonight…
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