My choir had the last of our spring concerts last night. It was at the Library for the Blind, which is quite a distance out in Queens. My husband kindly came to pick me up and drop three of my fellow choir mates home afterward. While we were in the car on the rainy highway back to Manhattan, my son called in on the speaker phone. He asked where we where and when we'd be home. His dad told him, and he respond cryptically, "Well, I have some good news for you when you get home."
My husband and I tried to surmise what the good news could be and we both quickly landed on the FDNY. I'm always kind of tickled by how our kids have never questioned that what makes them happy will make us happy. When we walked into the apartment our son didn't say a word, just handed us the letter. We all hugged and I asked him how he felt. "Excited and nervous," he said, which I think is how it feels when you are passionate about a thing. The process still has a lot of playing out to do, but if our boy passes all the tests from here on out (physical, psychological, medical, etc) I think it means he gets hired and then will do an EMT refresher course at the FDNY Academy before hitting the streets in the rig.
So that's my news for today. Now back to work. I've got to get to a certain word count before I head back out to Oakland next week to sit down with my now 97-year-old subject and go over what we have so far.