He remembered the lesson, which was my primary concern: I couldn't believe I'd forgotten to remind him as he got on the bus, and also I don't know how I'm going to let him go off to college where he's going to have to remember to get up, remember to shower, remember to go to class, remember to do his homework....... Well, anyway, let's save that panic for another day.
He asked a teacher where the classroom was, and when she sent him to the music room rather than the band room (I didn't know there was a different room, either) he asked another teacher, which I was very glad to hear because he and I share the Panic Gene, which means that we sometimes get so nervous and upset we are no longer able to think of any sensible ideas other than crying. He found the room, and he was the only one who didn't have an instrument, plus he didn't have the book, but he said he just explained to the teacher that his clarinet was on its way but hadn't arrived yet, and she was fine with that----and see again the part about Panic Gene, because in similar situations he's been mute because he wasn't sure it was okay to explain things to the teacher in case it was like he was arguing or talking back. (Me: *empathetic pang*)
Then he went to his classroom, and his teacher had NOT known he had a music lesson but she DID know music lessons started this week---so as he put it, she "believed" him, and also he gave her my note so now she also knows Rob has an anxious mother, and it's just as well we get that out of the way while the year is young.
So. He handled it just fine and everything was just fine. I was glad he and I had gone over it ahead of time, with me explaining that sometimes _I_ felt panicky and had trouble thinking what to do and so it was good to think things out beforehand and realize that even if things went wrong they'd still be fine overall, because at the time he was vigorously nodding and saying he was the same way, even though afterward he was all cazh about it.
It is time for some photos of the new dining room! I wasn't very good about making sure I was taking pictures from the same angle, or, like, at the same time of day, and in fact it wouldn't be out of line if someone gently explained that I should make sure I was taking photos of the same room each time---and also, it's really hard to get a picture that shows much of it. But you'll get the idea.
This is standing in the kitchen, looking past all the shoved-into-the-kitchen junk (the dining room chairs will soon have a more sensible home, but where ARE we going to put the recycling bins that used to be on the porch??) into the dining room before the walls were painted or the floor was in. The opening there used to be sliding glass doors onto the porch. Do you like our original early-1960s kitchen light fixture? It has mod gold stars on the bulb cover.
This is after I painted the ceiling white and the walls
This is after the Armstrong