Now that the Horrible Exam is finally over (for the moment at least), a photo-essay. To demonstrate that no matter how insane things got, the boys stayed connected to a world more real than real property, more secure than secured transactions.
Early May. The awful realization dawns: Three months is not going to be enough to cram down three years’ worth of detailed law and analysis.
Early June. Eight-hour days cramming. Time plotted out to the very last. Can’t take a break. Go. Go. Drop. Go. Go. Drop. Go. Go. Go.
Mid-June. Construction begins on a new house fifty feet away from my head. 7:00 a.m. to 8:30 p.m., every day including Sundays. I am silent(ly screaming). They are a Phil Spector Wall Of Sound, a hard-rock combo of band-saw-dentist’s drill, hammer and tong, and sub-woof generator. White noise, help me. All systems blasting – fans, air conditioner, full throttle. Not enough. Madness looms.
Early July. Mao’s Long March.
Mid-July. Staving off panic.
This is possibly the same skink who got through the window into the bedroom last time, and onto whose head landed after I threw him out. Brain damage must have ensued. Why can’t I get in this time? Because number one, lizard-brain, the window is closed now, you can’t say I don’t learn. And number two, what are you thinking? with both boys just there on the other side? not to mention the demented so-called human being?
End-July. Zero hour.
Wednesday July 31st. Finish the exam, pee, and hit it. Want to get home. Home. Home. Fleeing to beat Little Rock rush-hour. Made it. And then. Just past Conway. Creeping stopping creeping stopping. For two hours. Two hours. Two hours. Traffic backed-up for approximately twenty miles. An accident, plus road construction.
Where to get gas. Significant detour over a mountain into Dueling Banjos country. Whoever you are, beautiful woman in the Dollar Store who found me this gas station open at 9:00 p.m. in a way-back holler, may the good Lord bless you and keep you forever.
How did the exam go? Impossible to know. Will become known at 4:00 CST, Friday September 6th.
How were the boys, in my absence? Happier than if I had been here, thanks to our miracle genius of a cat-caregiver. The boys love her more than me. I’m good with that. All hail Genius Cat-Caregiver, the Woman In The Dollar Store, and all my nearest and dearest who supported me through this unbelievable ordeal.
What now? Possibly clean house. See that whisker hanging in mid-air? That’s what the spider-webs are like now, after three months of no house-cleaning.