During the past 15 days, Bethany and I have labored late into the night after work hours and on weekends priming wood trim, painting walls, ripping up floor, laying floor, ripping out cabinetry to fit a fridge, soldering a leaky copper pipe, packing our things, moving our things, signing checks, …
Did I mention we bought a house?
Meanwhile, Bethany has worked during the day to get 20-some 3rd graders to stop thinking about summer break and focus on passing a poorly construed standardized test that does little to track learning but is still for some reason the sole, official measuring stick for her success. Talk about stress. (She did a great job, by the way!)
And get this. I’m one of only three reporters remaining at the Telegram right now, (No, we haven’t had layoffs. Just slow on the draw replacing a few staff writers.) and therefore have been writing about 12 stories a week. In a single day last week, I wrote about a police standoff with an armed criminal, a county-government budget work session, an update about that wounded soldier and boating safety tips.
That’s why we’re both so excited that 15 days from today …
… it’s beach time!
And check this out. It’ll take us about two hours on the road to get to that ocean sunset. TWO HOURS!
We live a charmed life.