I went to the ocean twice.
The girls went to the neighborhood pool twice.
I put my parents on a plane twice.
I said goodbye a few more times.
I made tour appointments at two preschools.
I gave 2 interviews and set up a press conference that people want to come to.
I ‘read my own press’ and decided most people who comment on news stories are mean.
I got psyched for Branson.
I started counting calories, again. 10 down pounds by Branson?
(’cause I organized my closet, and seriously, if that happens I have a LOT of clothes!)
I bought and bartered for radio time for Branson. Are we there yet?
I unpacked about a dozen more boxes. Yikes. Behind there.
I cooked dinners.
I tried and liked Dollar General.
We found a park, a library, a church to try, and some shortcuts.
The gas price dropped every day. (South Carolina, yo!)
I watched Chicago lose, again.
I played catch with Kaity, mitts and all.
I missed home.
But this felt like home, too.
I didn’t talk to my old friends enough,
nor did I make new ones (and I don’t really feel ready yet).
I watched Miranda turn bronzer and older by the minute.
I watched Paige do what she does…adjust with a smile on her face.
I watched Rod be happier than I’ve seen him in a long time.
I watched Kaity run everywhere, smelled her new smell (it’s beach with her, all the time)…and stood in awe while watching her fly.
I wonder what comes next week.