Left my old job ("old" as in 13 months old - good grief can I not stay somewhere beyond the point where I get three weeks of vacation?!)
Got a new job ("new" as in went to work for one of The Factory's clients).
Moved (to the house next door to the Hobbit Hole - to keep up with the "hohum" theme of summer).
Road trip to some of the state's national parks - making me understand why people with more than one child buy large vehicles - we spent several hours driving down Highway 89 with two adult males over 6' in the front and me, Grover and Woodstock squished in the back.
One aborted camping trip due to Woodstock's sudden onset of double pneumonia.
Several trips to the zoo.
That's it.
The summer gleamed with so much promise the April weekend I took Woodstock for a walk, wore flip flops for the first time and gave long, gushing prayers of gratitude for more sunshine and less inversion.
And somehow, it sailed right by - lost amidst the job drama, the move, Grover's visit, unpacking and Woodstock's birthday party. Essentially, I've spent the entire summer tied in knots.
*sigh*
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I missed the newsflash that you changed jobs. We really need to chat. Give me a call.
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