I believe it was Tolkien in The Hobbit who said that a good story needs for bad things to happen. In my last three bus-tales I focused on the bad things. Though I related a few of these things, lesser similar things and the constant threat of such things pervaded my year as a single parent. I have written elsewhere of some of the perks of school-bus driving such as taking sweet little elementary kids, their teachers, and my three year old to field trips such as to a dairy, a theatre production of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, accompanying free lunches at restaurants to bus-drivers, and an Easter Egg hunt at a local wildlife preserve. It was at the latter that a driver-acquaintance gave me the web address that led me to my husband, George. So if it weren’t for wanting to take my kids to work with me and the aich, eee, double toothpicks of constant verbal and sometimes physical spiritual warfare, I wouldn’t have my lovely husband, five of my lovely children (counting Isaac), the ability to stay home and homeschool them and my two original children, my lovely house, two sweet orange pets and one low-maintenance scaled pet, and plenty of food and flowers on the table. I hesitate to presumably say “Glory to God for all things”, but it is my opinion that He has blessed me with these.