A Hodgepodge of Happiness

Joy, joy, joy!  I'm free and the feeling is just beginning to sink in. I think if you tied a string around my toe I could just float down the street with you. I have a minor complaint. I caught a spring cold a few days ago – hasn't seemed all that bad, but less than an hour after school got out yesterday, I had lost my voice completely. But all and all, I'd compare it to being told you have won the lottery and the down side is you have to go to the bank and sign papers, I think I can live with it.

Friday afternoon my kitchen was indeed ripped out. I had adjusted to the thought of being without a stove top, oven, even to the refrigerator being on the carport, but I don't think I realized the significance of being without a sink for an extended period, a bit of a hassle. But there is no backing out now. I staggered out of bed Saturday morning and came into the kitchen to find Nick already hot, tired and sweaty as he worked to pull down the molding, the old paneling, ripping up the floor. Seeing him in such a state I simply asked “What, you haven't made any breakfast?”

His reply was “I do have a hammer in my hand.” A hammer, what the hell kind of spanking implement is that? Oh well, I thought it might be best to get out of his hair so I made a little breakfast on the grill. He took a break and we ate peacefully down by the pool.

More happiness, Mollie did decide to come home for the weekend. I hadn't seen her in three weeks. That's probably our longest time and I was a happy mama to see her. She looks so good and seems so happy at camp. This past week she was on kitchen staff and next week she will have kids for the first time. She is so excited! I don't guess anything makes me happier than seeing my kids happy. And it's a real joy to have someone to answer a few mac questions for me.

The whole family is planning on going out tonight to celebrate my FIL birthday. He and my MIL are really something. They were putting flea medicine on their cat the other day when my FIL stepped back and realized he had stepped off the poach. Not wanting to fall down the steps he kinda jumped backwards and landed so that he scrubbed his arm a bit, but he was fine. Nick told him yesterday that now that he was a year older – 91, he'd have to quit jumping off the porch. But they still tend three small gardens and provide produce and Sunday lunches to the rest of the family. Amazing people.

I sure hope to be here more now that I'm out, there are three workdays next week, but with the kids gone they should be a breeze. I have blog ideas and several questions I want to ask here. And maybe as Mollie heads back to camp and I recover from my cold then I just might have some spankings to report – keep your fingers crossed.