Seven Weeks and One Day

Saturday morning began as most other Saturdays do, we got out of bed and enjoyed our coffee as we watched the latest news.

I had entered the master bath and brushed my teeth about 8:30am, then went up to the bonus room.

About 9:15am, I heard Stacy call for me in one of those low primal growls. I ran down stairs to find her standing in pooling water in the master bath. I could hear water running, so I opened the cabinets and saw water squirting out of the cold water supply line just above the cut off valve, but below the faucet. I reached in and turned the valve off to stop the leak, when I grasped the supply line connector nut, it was only finger tight.

I grabbed a wrench out of the garage and tightened the connector. I then checked the hot water supply line, same thing, finger tight. I checked all the lines on all then new supply lines in both baths and toilet connections. All finger tight.

Stacy had the contractor on the phone before you could say, well I won't repeat what she was saying.

Anyway, the contractor had someone out in less than an hour and we had an old familiar friend in the master bath again.

Mr. Dehumidifier and Mr. Blower were moved back in. I think these two have moved back in more than my boomerang girls.

Six Weeks and Four Days

This Tuesday will be six weeks and four days since the big flood. It's also the day we get the new carpet installed! So today after church Stacy and I kind of prepped the house. Moved the photo frames and nick nacks off the furniture, the carpet installer will move the furniture around, but not the small stuff. So on Wednesday we should be back to some kind of normal.

What normal is for us.

Life is to Short

I've been extremely busy the past few months, and I have not stopped to smell the roses.

It seems that time has been going by so fast and I'm uncomfortable with it's pace.

Case in point, my older brother has always been 13 years my senior, but now that he is 65, he's freakin' old.

My little sister will be 51 tomorrow.

Toddlers I watched grow up are now 17 years old and driving cars.

Longer recovery from workouts, and sometimes the little pains continue.

All my babies are now grown, they are strong independent women and no longer at home. I miss them all, and wish I could see them more often.

I'm a grandfather, who would have thunk it? Let alone live long enough to be one.

From this point forward, I'm going to concentrate what makes my life good.

Stacy.

Because without her, I am nothing.

No one every said on their death bed.

"I wish I spent more time at the office."