It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood.
It is bright blue outside. With projected temps of low 90s today. And the pool just opened. Summer is here. Forget the silly June 21 official start date. Here, away down south, the AC is now running nearly around the clock. It’s summer.
The Colonel and I are busy busy busy. Painting, flooring, repairing, replacing. There can be a lot to do in a 47 year old house. And why rush? We are considering a move to Atlanta.
I hear most buyers don’t like exposed steel i beams, studs, and unpainted sheetrock. Although, I’ve grown quite fond of it all. There’s just something about it that’s all so, I don’t know, urban? Utilitarian? Industrial? No wait, I’ve got it. With everything such a mess, there really is no need to clean all that well. That, I love.
Atlanta? My old home. A better market for the Colonel’s career. More restaraunts. And the grandparents to take the children nearly whenever I wish (Hi Mom. Hi Dad, I love you.) That’d be worth a move to Timbutu. Not that there’s anything wrong with Timbuktu. It’s just the place you say when you think of something remote. And it sounds funny. Timbuktu. Timbuktu. Where is Timbuktu?
So there’s a job. They seem to want the Colonel (naturally). But we’ve yet to hear what the actual offer. You know the details of the money, the benefits, the whens and hows. It may not all come off. We’ve been nosing around in Atlanta for months. But in light of this nosing, the house really ought to get done.
So that’s how we’ve spent our Memorial Day weekend. Children begging to go to the pool while we say things like don’t you wanna help paint? Hey, go haul this stuff to the garage for me, who wouldn’t want to do that for fun? More cause for future therapy, I’m sure.
And I’d like to send a shout out to a new cyber-friend. Zackintosh, who is from Pakistan. How he found me, and decided that I was at all interesting to read is beyond my capacity of reason, but I feel all internationally important now, so I wanted my other 7 visitors to know in just what kind of illustrious company they keep. And how far and wide my witty scribblings reach. Hi Zackintosh, in Karachi. Hey, that’s cool to type. Karachi. Karachi. Karachi and Timbuktu. How many times do you get to type both those words in the same post?
Atlanta?!!! Okay, you and are in sync lately girl… know why? Well, I’ve been wanting to move back to my hometown in NJ. I just miss being around my family. I still feel uprooted here. The only “glitch” is that David is at his dream job. Once again, perhaps I can live vicariously through you.
Comment by Rie — May 29, 2006 @ 11:03 am
Thanks for you comments Captain Mom! Hope to see you on the blogsphere again. I lament your testimony. I wish I could say that it’s not that common, but unfortunately it’s not the case. There are shining lights though in many places here!
zach
Comment by zach — May 29, 2006 @ 5:28 pm
I say… Move! Move! Move!
You can’t deny the A-T-L, baby!
Comment by naydog — May 30, 2006 @ 7:59 am