Well NOT living in our lake house, but on the up side we have given notice to the apartment management so there's that.
Are y'all sick of hearing about the lake house? Because I'm a wee bit tired of talking about it so I won't go there today. Not too much anyway. How 'bout some pictures instead of words because stuff is happening!
There's tile in the back hall, or a part of a part of a floor anyway-
There are lights, or at least a few recessed lights have been installed, and (this is key) turned on-
The air conditioner units are in and running so the stairs will be built this week or next week or whenever, but there's light and air and boxes of tile and part of a floor where a floor should be so we.are.getting.there.
Still plenty to do, but let's keep looking at the half full glass k?
So what else? Well hubs had a birthday and it fell at the end of a week where I'd been not my best (aka thought I was going to have my gall bladder removed) but instead managed to get myself together and we had a fabulous dinner downtown with Daughter2 and her boyfriend.
I missed the Hodgepodge this week, but I did have lunch with a Hodgepodge friend on Wednesday and that counts I think. K was visiting in the area and we made plans to meet in person before she headed back home. Here we are in the parking lot outside the restaurant because we neglected to take a picture inside. We were too busy talking.
We might have shut the restaurant down, hence the parking lot snapshot. K blogs at Still No Whining Allowed and it was really fun to meet in person, finally. I think hers was one of the first blogs I read, back when there were hoards of bloggers writing about the ordinary everydayness of their lives.
Those are still my favorite posts to read, but there are fewer of those bloggers out there now. Blogging has become a business, but I just want to drink coffee and read about your dinner plans, your summer vacation, or that funny thing your kid said. I don't care how many people follow you, sponsor you, or forward your posts to social media, I just love words that paint a picture of your everyday ordinary. An ordinary that looks different than my own yet in a funny way feels reassuringly familiar.
What else? We spent last weekend in Hotlanta tailgating and boating with friends. Also watching my diet because ugh-gallbladders. I know plenty of young people have gallbladder surgery but does anyone else feel about 100 years old at just the mention of the word? I do.
There's more...more little bits of nothing too extraordinary that make up the minutes and the hours and the days of late summer, but this is a start. Homes and birthdays and daughters and friends, and writing it all down...
...because ordinary is what connects us to ourselves and to each other. Happy weekend friends...