My husband e-mails me with a link to a story he wrote about our school district changing its zoning. The upshot is that our kids will probably not go to the junior high and high school I had my heart set on. They will probably go to a junior high and high school with lower scores in crummier buildings with a much higher percentage of economically disadvantaged students.

I call my husband to discuss what we are going to do about this. He has the gall to tell me that we have some time before Boy is ready for junior high and that things could change between now and then.

He also says that if the district goes through with its rezoning plans, we should work to help make the schools better and more equitable for all students. Can you believe that? The nerve of him!

That is not what I want to hear! What I want to hear is, “Baby, don’t worry about it. We will buy a piece of property right next to that school of your dreams and pitch a yurt.”

FYI: A yurt is a round, portable structure that’s very popular in Mongolia. A friend of mine has a beautiful one on her property in Brenham, and I could definitely live in one for seven years while my offspring attend the schools of my dreams.

I haven’t mentioned my yurt idea to Bob yet. He’ll probably further inflame me with more logic and sound reasoning. I absolutely hate it when that happens.