Fish Are Jumpin' and Cotton's High
I’m glad I have more than several devices, both organic and digital, to let me know that it is June—because if not, I would just walk outside and say “Hello August, staying long?” Yeah, unseasonably warm for the first month of summer folks—not that I’ve been spending much time out-of-doors living a leisurely lifestyle or anything. Oh no—that is the stuff of dreams, dreams lived by those with finished homes and organized, unpacked lives easily navigated along paths free of strewn about boxes and piles of stuff still waiting designation and relocation.
Bottom line: the Manor House is /has been somewhat of a
still-active job site that has prevented us from completing our move-in process
that I SO imagined, nay—FANTASIZED would be completed by now. Well, there I go
deluding myself with rational expectations again. When will I ever learn? So
yeah—we still have boxes, no room is totally finished and I alternate daily
hourly from being all zen-like and patient and having minor meltdowns when I
can’t find even ONE of the FIVE pair of scissors I know we own. I think the
breakthrough came when I accepted the fact that this could go on all summer and
tentatively began imagining the warm feelings I will have next Spring when I
can possibly hang pictures.
Other than Manor House problems—life is still good. We recently took a short trip to Amelia Island where PM was speaking at a medical conference. I tell you—a few days at the Ritz Carlton just works on me like a tonic! Especially when you spend all day at the pool being pampered with several tonics—gin and tonics—from the bar. “Thank you Javier—just charge that to our room.”
Not much in store for the weekend—Peachtree is coming up next Saturday, so I will make one more practice run along the course this Saturday morning for good measure. Despite the heat, I have been having really good runs of late. I have returned to my old route through downtown Decatur and along the hills of Ponce—which, while perhaps not as woodsy and lush as my previous course through the Andrews/Habersham neighborhoods—is a very nice run indeed.
I know posting is still spotty, but I have no immediate plans to stop anytime soon. Facebook is what it is, but not very good for taking a long walk inside your head—and maybe taking a few people along with you.
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