It only took a month but my youngest is finally ready to tackle the third, largest, and final set. So obviously after step eighteen she is taking a break, and we will lose a piece if she wait too long to put it together. Fun times.
My wife’s year off draws to a close in one month so she has chosen to lose her mind over it. So that’s a tonne of fun. Usually it’s a sadness over summer co.ing to an end, but this is fourteen months of sabbatical ending, so the “big feelings” are compounded (x7). Whee!
In all seriousness I know she didn’t get the year she wanted. There was a family death, farm obligations, trip delays, health issues, and a lack of field trips which she had hoped to attend, but there were few to none offered to either child’s class. I know she read voraciously, which I’d put in the win column. We had a vast number of lunch dates. We even recently picked up a new puppy which my wife chose. No we didn’t purge the house like I’d hoped. No we didn’t deep clean the house like I’d thought we would, but you know what, it’s easier done by one person, and I’ll do those things in September, and no harm done.
My busy period is about to kick in, more so than the last two weeks, which hits right at the peak of summer fun times (which annoys my wife to no end) but it would be the same if I worked in an office, and couldn’t work remotely when I felt like it. Yes I miss boat rides, and mid day play time, but I manage to make short appearances to see the kids have fun throughout the day.
I have forgone working on my table refinishing project during my lull period so that I could do more with the kids, and at the farm for the in-laws. If I get a chance to, I will pick that project back up in September too. I’d like to get the table into the basement and ready for use by November of this year. I think that’s doable. Fingers crossed.
This is the last Friday in July, and next week is the Gemboree, so that should be a fun time. All sorts of sparkling things, and fossils, and rock hound tools to gawk at. Expensive as zhit, but a nice time to go hang out with the family on the long weekend, and mooch about looking at stuff, all without a care in the world. Bliss.
I cut my grass again, it is still lush & green, in late July! This is so weird. Normally it’s a fire hazard. Just tinder waiting for an errant cigarette butt to ignite it. No so again this year. Four inches tall, thick, green, and damp as a moist oyster. Chef’s kiss! Muah!
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