Hugh’s brother, sister-in-law and nephews head back to Maine tomorrow so, this evening, we hosted them for a BBQ that ended up being more like a Porch Night than a standard BBQ.
Like the usual Porch Night, while the adults visited on the porch, the kids, including twin fourteen year old boys and a six year old, played in the yard and on the driveway. Unlike a regular Porch Night, the adult conversation revolved less around celebrity crushes and more on the state of the economy but; it was a relaxing evening nonetheless.
Tomorrow we head into the home stretch as far as preparations for our trip to Orlando go; I plan to work my way through the mountain of laundry that has accumulated over the past week, to finish up a few projects at work and to start making lists of items to pack.
On Saturday, our little town hosts its’ annual Sweet Corn Festival and I was volunteered to count the admission, concession and parking receipts. Ordinarily I would pass on such a chore but, it was the chief of police who volunteered me and I kind of like having the head of our law enforcement agency owe me, like, big time. So, Saturday will be a bust as far as accomplishing anything remotely vacation-oriented goes, meaning that I need to step up my game earlier.
Also, I need to start mentally preparing the cat and the dog for our absence; the cat because I really don’t want to return to a minefield of hairballs and the dog because it takes an unnatural amount of time for him to recover from the neurosis brought on by a trip to the kennel. How, exactly, I will accomplish the preparation is still up for debate but, a girl must try.
Or, I could return to the porch with a glass of wine and my Kindle and let everything fall into place as it is wont to do.
Nah, that would cause me an unnatural amount of my own neurosis.
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