Panic . . . The Name of the Game

Well, maybe that's a lie. Truth be told, we're too exhausted to be panicked.

I'm sorry I haven't written in so long. There's just not been two seconds. But, I have nine minutes before I have to call our heating system installer this morning, so here goes.

SO much has happened in these last few weeks that - were we thinking clearly - we'd realize that we should be in a mental institution out of our minds and rocking back and forth in a corner wringing our hands! (Oh, wait, we do that each night when we get home. Never mind.)

Anyway . . . in no particular order:

1. We accepted an offer on the cabin down in southwestern Minnesota, cleaned it out the weekend of the 19th, and closed on it last Monday, August 21st! It was a hard thing for Tom, but we felt very good meeting the new owners. They will DEFINITELY continue (and far surpass) the party mentality that, for so many years, defined Lake Shetek's Knob Hill! And, we flew down for that weekend! Our good friend is a pilot, and so we took a puddle jumper down and back. We simply didn't have the time for the 10-hour (one way) trip. So, 5 hours in a cramped, tiny plane beat out 20 hours lost to driving through cornfields.

2. Beginning way back in May, a job opportunity became available HERE IN THE COUNTY that was RIGHT up Tom's alley. Imagine . . . him not traveling constantly?! It had gotten to the point that, one recent month, he was home only 3 days out of the 30. So, a job application and resume were quickly drawn up, and interviews followed. The offer was confirmed in July, and, on August 11th - after 15 years with the same company and over 25 years in the trenches, Tom had his very last day in Corporate America! We drove down to the Cities over the 10th and 11th of the month to celebrate (in style, let me tell you!) with his boss and some close colleagues.