The Nutcracker™ grows ever nearer. Same as the last time, it draws close moms closer & drives a larger wedge between the rest. It is quite an affair, really.
Tonight, I showed up dutifully, as requested, to pin down my willingness to volunteer what assistance in which day. Yk, in case of any changes since the sign-up sheet first floated one month ago.
There was a lady with a clipboard. Oh, a clipboard! I thought. Wow, I'd better be at speed!
"Hi, I'm Fille Follette's mom. I signed up to do costume accounting at the matinee performances."
Ok, costumes are a big deal. And no piece of it can go missing. The child gets the total ensemble from you, wears it, and returns it to you. There are usually two people doing this job & I already know who the other person was who choose this job in this spot.
Clipboard Lady made me repeat everything, two times, in pieces, and then frowned at her clipboard. Then she assessed me.
"Is there anything else you'd be able to do?"
I said, in the same confoundingly-pert tone I say everything objectionable, "Well, I just told you what I picked from the volunteer sheet. If there is a separate list of tasks for martyrdom, I could look it over, I guess."
It blew her mind. I didn't even have to vanish, I waited silently for a half-minute, at least, before I said, "Ok, so we're all set then." I picked up my Stella bag in my right hand, cradled it along my left forearm, gave it a sniff & got on my way.
The first rule of Nutcracker is you're not actually in The Nutcracker. So you know how I do. À demain xox.