The first couple weeks in September were spent on the road or thinking about being on the road or prepping to be on the road.
But here we are, home again, home again lickety split. To be sure, I enjoyed both mini-vacations (New Hampshire and Nebraska) but with a hurricane that barged inland and a deck in the offing, there’s plenty of work to be done in these parts.
September 17, 2018
Ellen/Reid: It was good to arrive home unscathed last night; I’d been anxious to see how Brevard and the home held up. Seems both came through fine enough order. One of the first points of business after dumping my bag inside was to head to the rain gauge which showed a relatively paltry 3.7 inches. That’s a drop in the bucket compared to what the poor souls in eastern North Carolina have suffered, and are still suffering, through. Already, some hurricane snobs are lamenting the evacuations since the storm winds were not as high as expected but damn, it’s all about the water and not so much the wind. It was kind of sunny this morning and the clouds and rain have largely taken a right turn toward the north.
At any rate, it’s good to be home. Gayle and Ralph were fine hosts, and I might not have attended the reunion without their prodding. But it was a fun and really well organized event. People change a lot over the course of 50 years yet it’s amazing how the connections don’t take long to re-establish themselves. That’s what was remarkable. Saw friends that went all the way back to elementary school. Things were relatively low key but I suppose that’s how those of us in our 60s – make that late 60s – tend to do most things.
In spite of Florence there was some progress made on the deck in my absence; the footings were poured which is a big step. Next up should be the treated lumber underpinnings of the faux-wood beast. Hopefully things will dry out enough today for that to commence. My checkbook will be at the ready. There goes part of your inheritance. But you can always sell the house to recoup your shares. Ha. The contractor seems a stand up guy. Hopefully it’s finished by month’s end.
The garden is sopping wet and whatever plants are left survived the drenching in good shape for the most part. I’ll poke around out there once this letter is done. It’ll mostly be propping up the drooping dahlias and re-staking the raspberries. One thing for sure, there won’t be much need for water in the next few days. The forecast mostly calls for at least some sun although the temps won’t climb into the 80s from what I can tell.
Some new blinds for small windows arrived while I was hobnobbing in Nebraska. Those will go up later today. There was a bit too much late afternoon glare in the living room. Not that anyone can peek in but it was all about the bright sun flowing through.
I’ve been in the house long enough now that it’s time to clean windows and such on the exterior. I keep the interior clean and picked up, sort of, but there are cobwebs and spiders and dirt and debris along the outside windows and the window frames, etc., will need a good scrubbing before the screens are installed. Why those weren’t put in before is sheer oversight on my part. With the fall temps about to be ushered in around these parts, it’ll be great to have light breezes waft through the joint.
Reid, send some interior shots of your new home and roomie. The outside looks fine enough. What’s the neighborhood like? Is it safe and are there some things to do around there? People have asked what you think about Oakland and all I can tell them is that you seem to like it out there. Haven’t seen much about the fires as of late. Those are assumably under control?
Might head into Charlotte for the weekend to play some golf and hear a good band at The Comet. I played up in Omaha and just stunk. Maybe there’s a message there that it’s time to take two weeks off – and then quit. It’s that frustrating. And you know what? That wouldn’t bother me in the slightest. Be good, and I’ll see you in a couple of months. Remember Reid, you’re a sous chef.