I had planned to do a post today regarding the summer doldrums. It's been very quiet here (knock on laminated wood) and the temperatures have been over or near 100 every day. And with the delightful Florida humidity, well . . . enough said.
I was home yesterday evening, in between meetings, when the phone rang. (cue music)
It was 5:42 p.m.
The caller ID came up "U.S. Government."
Gayle grabbed the phone and I did a mental check. Where was Mark? He should be in or just out of class for another school he has been attending at Ft. Bragg. I hadn't seen any U.S. Government sedans in the neighborhood. Isn't that the way they do it? They don't call.
"Is Jon [my youngest] there?"
"Jon? Jon? Who is this?"
"I'm Cpl. [she didn't get the name]. May I speak to Jon?"
"What? What? Who are you?"
"I am the Army recruiter for Nease High School."
"I'm sorry. You shouldn't be calling here. He's just 17. The Army already has one of my sons and you are not getting another. We've done enough!"
So much for the summer doldrums.
Advice to the Army. Use cell phones. Don't call Mom.