Unemployment Diary: Day Three A Retrospective

Well, it isn't taking me long to get used to this. I mean, honestly, I'm already too used to it. Now we need four semi trucks stuffed with hundred dollar bills to pull up in front of the house and I'll never have to go back to work. I chose four because five just seems greedy.

Now I'm playing catch up because Friday got away from me.

Chloe asked me to ride over with her to her school and at first I declined because normally the thought of giving away five more hours to riding in the car is not something I'd relish. But since all I have is time, I turned it around and thought "Hey! An opportunity to hang out with my kid without the din of sibling rivalry making me wish I'd tied them into sacks and tossed them into the river! Why not?"

Turns out, it was a lovely drive. We discussed deep issues like how are kids going to learn classical music these days if they're not exposed to it during the copious viewing of classic cartoons? We followed that discussion with a hummed duet of the chorus from Carmen. Talk about generational differences. When I hear that piece, I think of Gilligan's Island. When she hears it, she thinks of Hey, Arnold!

My father in law, may he rest in peace, just snapped his conducting baton in half wherever he is.