Afternoon, all. Arrived at nice rental house on Fripp Island, SC. DP and kids have gone to see the beach while I get things squared away indoors. I saw a cat outside, gray with white feet. And a deer, a young male.
Note to self: TC is OK checking the sex of a deer but not a cat. This. Means. Something.
I’m glad to know you’re all OK. I’ve missed having you “handy” today! But I’m hoping your reunion with “Your Marine” is a good one! <3
This has been a strange day in a lot of ways, and the most recent is even stranger. However, it’s one of those “things.” The strangest is the call from Carlos, the ex-maintenance man, who, (according to Mike the OTHER ex- maintenance man) is not worthy of talking to. The reason Carlos isn’t here any more is not for any wrong-doing. It’s because his salary is higher than that of Frick and Frack. The stuff Mike told us when he showed up to gloat was pure BS, as I told Charlie it would be, when all came out in the wash.
Carlos is doing OK, and I was so happy to see his name show up on my caller ID! So I’ll have something to tell the ganag at the ramada in the morning. I know Charlie will be happy that I heard from Carlos, but before I tell anyone else, I’ll get Charlie’s input on it.
So text me if you’re bored! LOL!
Good to hear that you and crew arrived safely!