Feast or Famine

It was just over a week ago that Big Yankee headed West to retrieve the wrecking crew from Grandparent Island. They made a mini vacation out of it and I was left to my own devices FOUR days. Yes, I had ninety six hours of freedom. Well pretty much. I had work but it was usually just a few hours here and there. I had lofty goals of writing and organizing and pedicures and movies. None of which happened. Tons of uninterrupted time to write and I couldn't string two words together.

My parents spent three days driving across country to visit us. We've fished and picnicked and shown them our favorite eateries and tourist attractions here. It's been a fantastic week and I will probably bawl like a baby when they leave tomorrow. I was never good at goodbyes but the older they get and the further away we live the harder it is. I'm not sure when we will see them again. I've been pricing airline tickets for Christmas and prices are insane.

I've FINALLY met some people here..very fun, welcoming people. Details will be coming soon to a blog post near you. It seems quite strange after two and a half months of isolation to have the start of a social life.

"Be careful what you wish for" is constantly echoing in my head. Work is really taking off and my head is spinning (more than normal). We are building a program from the ground up and it's exciting to be part of something that can change many lives but at times we are really flying by the seat of our pants. Working with these families really puts life in perspective.

I have at least 43 posts half written in my head and not a second to write it down. It's either feast or famine around here so this drive by post will have to suffice.

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