The Anecdotal Life Part. 69

Too much, too fast. One of my favorite nieces had a daughter, three nieces and then a nephew were married; I am going to have a grandson named Logan, who is, at present, floating around in his mother's amniotic fluid hiccuping and to really top it all off, I was cornered for the job of Historian for the Annapolis Sail and Power Squadron. But, you say, "that's a lot" and I have to reply " that ain't the half of it". My youngest son closed a deal for the IFC that will provide wireless broadband for the entire country of Sri Lanka . It took him a year and 144 million of IFC's available funds... as I understood it. I did my best to listen long and well, but that financial deal was a highly convoluted. He was a wreck toward the closing of the all-too-huge transaction, so I managed to get him on board the boat for another lesson with a good captain, made certain that he learned to take it out, come back, and dock it..... instead of my doing it. (Sneaky of me!) Something like that ,however, takes your mind off your worries at least for a bit. He did well too. Besides, I needed the reassurance of a good back up team and we are learning to be just that.
As for my new, oncoming grandson...I ran as fast as I could to my favorite second hand store where they have lots of baby clothes with the tags still on or have been worn but once or twice. I remembered there being one little sweater with sailboats on it. It was still there. It aggravates me that there are none with power boats on them however.
But as for the Historian job...Oh dear, I don't think they realize they have chosen the most right-brained new member possible for the most left-brained job they have. I thought they meant Historian as in history, research etc. Nope. They meant the history of all the multitudinous activities that this large, oh- so-large organization is into. You've no idea and obviously, neither did I. I already put my foot in it by misnaming the organization in front of the past commander. I said" Annapolis Power Squadron." He actually hissed out the correction; "It's the Annapolis SSSail and Power Squadron ..ASPS, it has an sssss in it." I replied in a mocking, arch but joking manner, " Well! I see." But that's not what I really felt. It was a pity it happened. He was a good-looking son of a gun.
Copyright: October 8, 2007