Just keep reminding yourself that you’re not me.
And this isn’t a lame “poor me” lament, either.
The facts (the “trends” as futurist David Zach would say) are what they are.
This afternoon is the annual Tulip Time KinderParade in Downtown Holland.
As one of the co-chairpersons of this event, it’s the grand culmination of an incredibly busy few weeks.
There are more than 5000 1st-5th graders in our area marching down main street in Dutch costumes in front of thousands of out-of-town visitors and proud parents. And there are also about 1500 middle school and high school band students on top of this.
MY day to yield raw unbridled power, in other words.
I really don’t think city leaders would’ve given me this special “Cap of Top Importance” to wear unless this was supposed to be the case.
Am I right?
Now I know you’re probably green with envy.
You wouldn’t believe the number of times I have to tell tourists that the 1929 date on my cap refers to the first Tulip Time, not when I was born.
Unfortunately, it remains true that with great power comes responsibility.
One of my duties (as the possessor of this cap) is to assist in monitoring the daily weather reports.
What laugh riot this is.
Especially when the weather outlets keep popping up with these kind of predictions (or “trends” as futurist David Zach would say).
So if I sound cranky…
But you must admit I have a good reason.
I only get ONE DAY to be a big man in town and I have to now live it as the one most likely to have an anxiety attack.
And I’m not exaggerating.
If the parade is called off this morning due to the weather, instead of our students having a 1/2 day of school, we transition into a full day of school… and then extend our early release “KinderParade” schedule into Friday.
As you can imagine, this kicks off a sequence of school communications that’s best described as ultra uber-challenging. (AKA real-time “messy”)
And trust me, our parents don’t give a hoot about any of the power accorded to my cap!
They could care less.
And neither could Cindy.
She agrees with the Mayor.
My “Cap of Top Importance” only needs to come out of my closet on one day every year.
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