{"id":498,"date":"2008-06-15T08:15:00","date_gmt":"2008-06-15T08:15:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog2\/2008\/06\/to-morrow-and-to-morrow-and-to-morrow\/"},"modified":"2008-06-15T08:15:00","modified_gmt":"2008-06-15T08:15:00","slug":"to-morrow-and-to-morrow-and-to-morrow","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/2008\/06\/to-morrow-and-to-morrow-and-to-morrow\/","title":{"rendered":"To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">There&#8217;s always tomorrow for dreams to come true&#8230;<br \/>&#8211;Clarice the Reindeer<br \/><\/span><span style=\"font-style: italic;\"><\/span><br \/>Oh, no.  No, no, no.  There we were, having bought our lemon ice, Ben and me, and on our way back, slurping deliriously and fending off the drips, we ran into one of the Brookline Shark Dads.  &#8220;Did you hear what happened?&#8221;  he asked.  We had not.  &#8220;Someone pooped in the pool, and they have to close it.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Ben grinned, ten-year-old that he is.  But I rushed back to where the team sat, waiting.  Ned saw me, and after I handed out everyone&#8217;s lemon ice, I said, &#8220;How&#8217;s Nat.&#8221;<br \/>&#8220;He&#8217;s okay, I guess,&#8221; said Ned.  The plan at the moment was for all of us to return home and then come back at 8 a.m. the next morning to resume.<\/p>\n<p>We got home, and a few hours later we got a call from one of the coaches.  The entire rest of the Games had been canceled.  No swimming this year, except those lucky few who got their heats in prior to the accident.<\/p>\n<p>We had to tell Nat the bad news.  <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">No swim races at all.<\/span>  I gave him a hug and I said, &#8220;Sorry, Darling.&#8221;  Then I heard a lot of the word, &#8220;sorry&#8221; going round and round the silly talk.  Sigh.<\/p>\n<p>Ned and I felt so bad for him we wanted to cry.<\/p>\n<p>But then Ned said, &#8220;We should make him a calendar.  He&#8217;s been asking for it.&#8221;  I realized that this was true, and that I had been putting it off, because of late July.  We have not yet told him about moving out on July 28 and so I did not want to deal with how to make the calendar.  But now I thought that if we had a calendar leading up to but not quite getting to July 28, we could show him all the fun things coming up beyond the Swim Races.<\/p>\n<p>Nat ran to get me a piece of paper &#8212; the old calendar, which was still blank on the back, of course &#8212; and we sat down to fill it out.  I was so glad to be able to say,&#8221;<span style=\"color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;\">Dad&#8217;s birthday\/pie&#8221; tomorrow (!) (June 16th!!!!) <\/span>and then <span style=\"color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;\"> &#8220;Dad&#8217;s birthday party,&#8221;<\/span> for next Sunday, followed by <span style=\"color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;\">&#8220;Social Group Camp!  Canobie Lake Park!; Chunky&#8217;s\/Mini Golf!. Movie Madness!; Dance!; Go to a show!&#8221; <\/span> YAY for <a href=\"http:\/\/http\/\/www.alctrips.com\/\">Social Group<\/a>!!!   And then, the piece de la resistance:  <span style=\"color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;\">Week at Cape Cod!!!!<\/span><\/p>\n<p>So together we were able to see that, yes, shit happens, but <a href=\"http:\/\/www.reelclassics.com\/Movies\/GWTW\/GWTW2.htm\">after all, tomorrow is another day<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There&#8217;s always tomorrow for dreams to come true&#8230;&#8211;Clarice the ReindeerOh, no. No, no, no. 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