This morning was a big one at our house. Why? Because it’s C’s first day of preschool. She will be going two days a week and she and her cousin NC will be in the same class, along with my friend JulieApple’s adorable little guy, B. The teacher will definitely have her hands full.
So I got up extra early to get all three kids ready for school, which I haven’t done in a while, since H was away in treatment most of his junior year and then took the GED last November – meaning he hadn’t been in regular school for two years when he died at the beginning of the summer, meaning I haven’t had THREE kids to get out the door to school for a long time. But today I did. I had to get C’s new princess lunchbox packed and extra clothes prepared for her cubby, etc, etc. She was very excited.
Here are all four kids (I feel very sad writing “four kids” instead of five ) heading out the door on the way to school today.
C’s first day of preschool ended up being far more memorable than any of us expected because just before we woke up at about 6am this morning, our dear friend Dr. Neighbor, who spent last evening grilling out with us at our house until nearly midnight, awoke to find that his own house – about one mile from ours – was on fire. He and his dog Thor got out – barely. But the house and all of its contents are apparently a total loss. Jon is over there with him now, looking at things with the insurance guy.
I feel terrible for Dr. Neighbor. His house was a lovely, quirky turn of the century Victorian cottage that can’t really be replaced. And he lost everything – EVERYTHING – he owns save for the pajamas he was wearing. He can’t even find his car keys or wallet. But as sad as I am, I am just so grateful that he and Thor – and even that damn lip-less cat – made it out alive. Apparently his smoke alarm didn’t go off.