I apologize, in advance, for the quality of the photos in this post. The first few were taken with one hand, while driving. Don’t worry – I was going really slow and I was on our driveway. Because the pictures were so bad, I covered them with a little Milk & Honey, one of the Color & Haze actions from the Florabella Collection that mellows everything out.
I could use a little Milk & Honey every day, if you know what I mean.
But today was a great day, actually. And despite the tremendous workload at school, I still found time to laugh about stuff with my favorite co-workers. I love most everyone that I work with, but Bonnie and Rich crack me up like nobody’s business.
The day began with a tree down on my way out the driveway early this morning. Luckily it wasn’t a heavy one and I was able to move it far enough to the side to get the car through. It must have been a pretty funny sight with me in my good work clothes and high heels dragging a tree, but I knew I could do it. Then I texted my husband and asked if he could take the chain saw down there.
Coming home, I noticed him and George coming down the driveway. You can barely make them out in this photo and, like I said, I took it with one hand, while driving. I pulled up next to them and found out they were checking for downed limbs, several of which I’d already cleared on my way up. I guess the time had gotten away from my husband because he usually checks before I come up the driveway when we have winds like we had today.
He told me that George wanted to ride in the car with me for the rest of the ride.
Which he did. He loves rides in the car.
This is a rare occurrence because I hardly ever post self-portraits. I also look especially messy in the hair department, but who cares? I yam what I yam and I like riding with the windows down and the wind blowing my hair from here to Timbuktu.
I usually look much more glamorous than this.
Ok, maybe not.
I don't wear heels either, as long as I'm being honest here.
This is a snapshot taken from the staircase leading to the master bedroom. The weather was incredible today, with low humidity, clear skies, and the most pleasant breezes all day long.
There is a scent of honeysuckle in the air as the wind blows the lace curtains in the dining room here.
I noticed that my husband has set up the tent in the yard. It had been so hot sleeping in the bedroom, he told me, that he thought maybe it would be more pleasant to sleep outside. I thought he did it because he was upset that we’re not going to be camping in Maine, after all.
What? What did she just say?
I said we will not be camping on our vacation in Maine. Miracle upon miracle, I have found a cottage. It’s nowhere near where my husband had specified but it’s exactly where I want to be. I really will miss not having the opportunity to sleep on an air mattress and put quarters into a slot just to take a shower and the joy of washing up in a communal bathroom, not to mention having to deal with the weather and the bugs.
Please don’t misunderstand me.
I enjoy camping and it can be fun. We used to camp all the time. In fact, we backpacked sections of the Appalachian Trail a lot during our youth and took our sons backpacking when they got old enough.
But I just don’t feel like working that hard at this point.
And I am so thankful that I finally found a place. It is truly such a relief ~
Thanks to everyone who encouraged me (with the camping thing and to keep on searching) and to the people who even sent me links to places I should check out. You guys are awesome. And apologies for harping on it all just a little too much. Please forgive me for that.
Until tomorrow . . .