In which news is delivered

First our newly-hired babysitter (I die a little inside saying “nanny”) told us her husband got a long-shot job in TX, and they’d be moving in five weeks. Yesterday, she told us she’d gotten a job as a substitute teacher and would need to leave in two weeks, instead. Tonight, she emails us to say she’s gotten a full-time teaching job, and is flying to Austin tomorrow. She’s graciously not accepting any money for the one and only day she took care of Sydney.

Quakers have a saying that “a way will open.” In this particular case, a way did: the way between my chair and a cold bottle of wine in the fridge, followed by the way back to Kate with two wine glasses in my hand. Seriously, all I can do is chuckle.