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The Best Laid Schemes o’ Mice an’ Men, Gang Aft Agley

I made four trips between Lincoln and Des Moines in four days.  We both were signed up for a three-day insurance class in Lincoln that Debbie needed to do before her birthday.  The original plan was to leave Des Moines early on Tuesday and spend half of the day in Omaha and Lincoln.  When the class ended on Friday we planned to go to Kearny, NE to see the Lanes.  Then Joey’s graduation party got scheduled on Sunday.

No Problem – We could come home early on Sunday.  Then Katie wanted to meet in Omaha on Friday and do the zoo on Saturday.  No Problem – We could stay in Omaha and be closer to home for the party on Sunday.   Then I noticed that my calendars did not sync the Iowa Insurance Hall of Fame Dinner on Wednesday night at Drake University in Des Moines.  As a board member and the official “audiovisual boy” I had to attend.

No Problem – I could cancel my registration for the class after paying a minor penalty.  I could still go to Lincoln with Debbie and enjoy the day then go back to Des Moines the next day for the dinner.  Then Debbie could not get out of the office until late on Tuesday.

No Problem – We could just go straight to Lincoln and still have an evening together.  That turned out to be about an hour long.  Then Katie changed the “Omaha on Saturday” to “hanging out in Lincoln” on Friday.

No Problem – I canceled the Omaha reservation and we had a great day with Katie and the grandkids in Lincoln.  Debbie got her continuing education hours and we got home early and were rested for the graduation open house.  And that was a good thing as the graduation open house turned out to be a lot of work.  Between the setup, the open house (with hundreds of visitors!) and the post-event cleanup, we were nonstop busy for seven hours.   At 58 I don’t bounce back as quickly.  The aches and pains slowly fade away.

btw, “The best-laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men, gang aft agley” is from “To a Mouse, on Turning Her Up in Her Nest with the Plough”a poem written by Robert Burns in 1785.   The most common English translation is “The best-laid plans of mice and men, Go often askew.”