{"id":662,"date":"2008-01-14T09:20:00","date_gmt":"2008-01-14T09:20:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog2\/2008\/01\/happy-martin-luther-king-day\/"},"modified":"2008-01-14T09:20:00","modified_gmt":"2008-01-14T09:20:00","slug":"happy-martin-luther-king-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/2008\/01\/happy-martin-luther-king-day\/","title":{"rendered":"Happy Martin Luther King Day"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Total whiteout outside.  Last night we heard we were going to get 8&#8243; &#8211; 12&#8243; of snow and by evening, our superintendent had already canceled school.  This was a very good thing, I felt, because I had made a terrible glitch on Nat&#8217;s calendar:  I had thought that today was MLK day, because actually tomorrow <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">is<\/span> MLK&#8217;s real birthday (Happy Birthday, Martin!  I wish he were still alive.  I remember when he was shot.  I was in kindergarten and the principal announced it on the loudspeaker.  I remember thinking, &#8220;But I thought we don&#8217;t <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">have<\/span> a king!&#8221;  And indeed, we no longer did.). <\/p>\n<p>So I had written, &#8220;No School, Martin Luther King Day.&#8221;  And yesterday, Nat kept insisting that there would be no school tomorrow because of that.  I went over to his calendar to show him that MLK Day is <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">next<\/span> week, but there, in my chicken scrawl, it said, &#8220;No School, Martin Luther King Day&#8221; on today!  D&#8217;oh, D&#8217;oh, D&#8217;oh!  Addled Mommy strikes again!  No amount of apologizing would change Nat&#8217;s mind or attitude.  He was hopping mad about it.  I even rewrote it on his calendar, in the correct space, and he picked up the pen, and crossed it out, saying, &#8220;NOOOO.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Nevertheless, Nat had a terrific time at the MLK tournament (yes, MLK, another reason I was confused!).  He is a great team member, provided you don&#8217;t require your team members to either catch the ball or throw the ball.  But if you want a team member who is always where the action is and smiling his face off, Nat is your man. <\/p>\n<blockquote><p>He will run and run and run,<br \/>His face shining like the sun<br \/>up and down the court,<br \/>Among <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">those<\/span> boys he is short!<br \/>Arms in the air,<br \/>Completely without a care<br \/>He is Basketball Man<br \/>Though nary a ball gets in those hands.  <\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>His candle goes out when he is called out.  He hates sitting back down. <\/p>\n<p>And so, I woke up at 4:17 a.m. thinking of snow and Nat.  I looked outside and the street was black with rain.  &#8220;Stupid!&#8221;  I muttered, about Superintendent Chicken Little (whom I actually hired, and whom I like, in reality).<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>But then, while sleeping a little more,<br \/>I thought I heard a distant roar<br \/> that was &#8212; for once &#8212; not my Ned&#8217;s snore. <br \/>And I knew that the plows were coming, for sure.  <\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>When I looked out the window, a gorgeous heavy snow was falling.  Nat came down fully dressed as if it were a holiday.  To us, it is.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Total whiteout outside. Last night we heard we were going to get 8&#8243; &#8211; 12&#8243; of snow and by evening, our superintendent had already canceled school. 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