A Funny Thing Happened To Me On The Way To Work . . .

It wasn't there. Ok the building was there.
I got up and let the dogs out and woke up Man Child before checking the market. We had a few orders we had to tighten up (basically if we place a limit order over the weekend, we go to the NASDAQ after hours website and see how the stock might open and adjust our limit orders appropriately.). Went swimming and the water was almost perfect (a little warm) and the weather was balmy almost reminding me of the days I used to visit Tampa about once a month.
I Treated myself to a bagel and coffee while knocking off a couple more chapters in the King and The Cowboy. It was about 5 to eight when we jumped in the car and headed to the office. Now that was darn near normal. As I round the corner and peered into our parking lot, I actually thought it was still Monday. I had gotten my days confused and did not check my iPhone last night and forgot we had given the PADI Americas employees a bonus day off this holiday weekend.

It was very lonely at the office. I had to decide whether to tell Devin or not. A day with no meetings, no interruptions, and no Sherpa duties at home was almost too good to be true. I sat at the office, cleaned up some e-mail folders as I was getting near capacity, but by 8:30 called my lovely wife and told her the good news. She said to come home.
As I drove up to the house she was leaving and informed me she had to pick up some horse supplies. I was home alone with a sideways trading market. I checked my to do list and chipped away at a few things, then Devin was home.
Together we went to the High School to get Jack squared away with the Football Paperwork, payments, medical forms, and uniforms. It only took about 20 minutes. I was actually excited to think I could get my blog done by 1:00 in the afternoon.
Then my darling wife asked me if I wanted to go to lunch. I lectured her about being so concerned about food and drinking. I told her there are more important things in life than shoving food in your face.

My body is a Temple and the thought of putting food in it at midday was just disgusting.
After a tasty Caesar's Salad at Hanna's, I was thinking I could still get the blog done by two o'clock. Then my lovely wife suggested we run to Fields Piano's to start shopping for the piano we lost in the flood. Well, Fields is not right next door so we had the pleasure of driving in the pleasant Orange County traffic.

Once there was were greeted by about 400 pianos. For the most part, all pianos look the same. We looked and all kids of brands from Bob's Pianos to Steinways, but they all look pretty much a like. Steve our salesman played them for as Devin has been away from the keys for a while and I only know the opening bars of "Chariot's of Fire". It sounds impressive, but after three tries everybody figures out that is all you know.
We found the piano we wanted, but the foot print was a little large for our living room. Steve gave us a giant paper piano so we could go home and see if the 5'1" grand piano would fit. We finally got home after Devin snuck in about two more chores. And by then Man Child was ready to come home.
Jack had survived summer school an hour and half of basketball and 2 hours of football practice. It was about 90 degrees on the field and a couple of boys lost their cookies, but not our man child. Tired and a little sore he came in the house and had a grin on his face. He liked it. My son is a jock? Who da thunk.