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I was going to make two posts tonight: one happy, and one notso. The “not” post was about terrorism, America, airports, and Them. I think it’s a sign of my return to mental health (well, balance, anyway) that I donwannatalkaboutthat any more tonight.
Jane and I are talking about a “Chick Week”. She’s feeling really cooped up because she works at home and the weather sucks, and even her drive down to the cottage seems like a chore right now (I, on the other hand, relish the Friday night drive for 2.5 hours to spend all day nailing stinking shingles on the shop roof 🙂 ). Really, I do. See attached pic, I think. Never mind.
Anyway, the idea behind the happy thought is that Jane would host a “Chick Week” with our 3 daughters and maybe someone else more of our vintage. Maybe on the Outer Banks (Ocracoke Island) or on the western Florida coast, or maybe Dewey Beach in Delaware. Whatever.
I agreed to support the most economical/girl-pleasing solution she came up with, and she was tickled. I think she’ll go to sleep tonight with visions of warm beaches dancing in her head. Then she’ll wake up tomorrow to wet snow and husband & dogs are at the lumberyard finding shop door lumber. All life is a compromise, No?
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OK,
I was going to make two posts tonight: one happy, and one notso. The "not" post was about terrorism, America, airports, and Them. I think it's a sign of my return to mental health (well, balance, anyway) that I donwannatalkaboutthat any more tonight.
Jane and I are talking about a "Chick Week". She's feeling really cooped up because she works at home and the weather sucks, and even her drive down to the cottage seems like a chore right now (I, on the other hand, relish the Friday night drive for 2.5 hours to spend all day nailing stinking shingles on the shop roof :) ). Really, I do. See attached pic, I think. Never mind.
Anyway, the idea behind the happy thought is that Jane would host a "Chick Week" with our 3 daughters and maybe someone else more of our vintage. Maybe on the Outer Banks (Ocracoke Island) or on the western Florida coast, or maybe Dewey Beach in Delaware. Whatever.
I agreed to support the most economical/girl-pleasing solution she came up with, and she was tickled. I think she'll go to sleep tonight with visions of warm beaches dancing in her head. Then she'll wake up tomorrow to wet snow and husband & dogs are at the lumberyard finding shop door lumber. All life is a compromise, No?