I Got a Rock(et)
Work is like a box of chocolates…you know.
As much as we are bound by the realities and rhythms of the liturgical, school and calendar year, the variety and surprises that make no two days alike would quite the incentive to come to work even if I didn’t need the job. (Although
some surprises might be too much for my faint spirit.)

I checked the “drop off box” this morning and found the remains of some sort of amateur rocket with a note attached. The rocket was found on a roof across from the park (I’ve seen a big house under renovation and I would bet that’s the one) and had been labeled with a request that if found it should be returned to our parish school. It looked a little weather worn, so I think it may have been up there a long time. I’m sure it will be the most fascinating item to go over in the inter-office mail – at least this week.

I hope the students (if they’re still in our school) won’t be disappointed that their rocket didn’t get out of town. There is a nice lesson, though, in the realization that people follow through on a request for a rocket’s return.