VBS has mercifully ended.
But it did not go gentle into that good night.*
On the third to last day of VBS, I charged my digital camera so I could take each child's picture (to be inserted into the fish frames they were making as one of their crafts).
On the second to last day of VBS, I took my digital camera and the first batch of children and proceeded to take their pictures. I was on - say - child #4? - when my camera rudely informed me that the battery was dead.
Dead. Yes, dead. D-E-A-D.
Fighting down an urge to stomp on my camera like a displaced gorilla in a luggage commercial, I calmly sent the children back to their activity and then ran to my car to speed home to get my old digital camera and the charger for the dead battery. I made it back in record time.
Luckily, all the cops were still in the Donut Barn.
Now the older camera's battery was also charged - enough to get me through the rest of the children. HA! (Take that, you miserable upgrade!)
The only other occurrence of note was a change in the next evening's script. (I don't know why things were changed. I just know I got a xerox copy with some changes to it. And that's okay.)
By the time I got home that night, I was really beginning to feel the effects of VBS fun. In other words, I was exhausted and pretty much collapsed into my bed. I would upload and print the photos tomorrow.
HUGE, in fact.
On the last day of VBS, the children were even more giddy than usual because this was their Big Day. They had learned songs all week and were now going to perform them for their proud parents, thereby generating enough tearful smiles to ensure that VBS would continue in the future (despite the internal declarations that next year Little Johnny is going to Sleep Away Camp).
Where maybe he'll finally learn to read.
But I digress. Again. (I do that a lot.)
On this particular day, I had to go to Cincinnati for my job. But this was no problem. I have to do that on a regular basis. No biggie.
Wouldn't you know this would be the ONE time when I am not allowed to leave at the usual time?
Well, OF COURSE, it would! What was I thinking?! Did I really think that after all the other crises, I would be allowed to experience a stress-free last day???
Yes. Fool that I am.
So instead of entering the city limits at 4:00 p.m., I arrived at 5:00, and my mind is feverishly calculating time, the quickest driving routes, and whether I can live on nuts and berries in Alaska because I am seriously considering running away from home. Something like this: Let's see, by the time I pick up Gigi and get her home, it will be 5:30. VBS starts at 6:00. 5:30 + 6:00 = disaster! Oh, look, Starbucks is still ope-- STAY FOCUSED! Right! If I take the back way, I might be able to get to Beth's a little qui-- Don't forget the photos. Right. Now if I come back by way of-- Photos? What photos? The kids' photos. Kids' photos? Oh, HOLY MOTHER OF PEARL - THE KIDS' PHOTOS!!!.... Get out of my way, you...you...turtle! Oh, and look, she's on her cell. Typical. Let's just endanger everybody else so you can chat with your BFF.... Well, you're speeding.... Shut UP!
And so it goes.
Well, all I can say is, thank goodness for Donut Barns.
Once we arrived home, I changed into my costume (including Those Wretched Capris) and hit the computer. My plan was simple, if desperate. I would upload the photos from both camera cards, edit and crop the first kid's photo, and print for a size check. I would do this part now, then go to church, perform as Max and then race home for the printing. And cutting - don't forget the cutting. Aaaaaaaaarrrgh! Yes, the cutting!
Of course, the card reader just had to go all belligerent on me and refused to cooperate. I had to smack it good and hard against the desk a few times, but it finally saw reason. (Have you ever noticed how technology engages in aggressive hostility when you're in a hurry? This is proof to me that computers will someday take over the world. So you better start keepin' an eye on that Mr. Coffee!)
Now, I could continue with this story and go into great detail about the mad dashes back and forth between home and church, the miserable printer that jammed on the last page of pictures, or the infernal slo-o-o-o-o-wness of my computer (so slow that it eventually froze up on me and I had to unplug it to restart the stinkin' thing). Or how I realized that I had lost my new script, so we had to get a new copy at the last minute, and I didn't have a clue what I was supposed to do so I messed Mike up, and everybody laughed at my idiocy.
But I don't really remember much of that. What really sticks out in my mind is watching those children perform their songs, and seeing my own sweet angel, missing both front teeth, singing her little heart out about Jesus.
And, yes, I had a tearful smile on my face.
* This is a reference to a favorite poem of mine by Dylan Thomas: Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night