OldTax-lady has a standing offer of a plane ticket to Florida (scheduled, not standby!) if I absolutely have to escape the madness ... but the madness is so overscheduled that I always end up thinking I’ll just sit here and drink.
DP is having yet another weekend off this weekend. After driving Elen to her destination for summer camp counselor training, he’s going to do some Outer Banks tourism and generally hang loose until it’s time to bring her home. I had commitments here.
It’s not that don’t want him to go off and do stuff ... but it just doesn’t ever seem to be “my turn.” Then I feel guilty for even thinking that it should be.
You’ll be getting a freepmail in a minute. Stand by.
Each of you deserve your turn. My Better Half always takes hers. We worked hard for what little we have. Supporting each other has been our goal and it brought us great treasure though not in gold. I remember one trip I had with my Dad before his passing and was thinking the whole time my Better Half needed time with her father for her mother was already in Heaven. Not too long later Better Half’s Father too was gone. It never happened where Better Half had time with her Father but sometimes life or the lack of life comes. Make every effort to see family while they live was what was learned by both of us and make certain they pass the collection plate to get rid of you. Just kidding about the collection plate.