A week in and
Jimmy is settling in nicely. He's helped out a little
with some construction stuff, but simply put: it's not
his thing. Or let me put it this way, he'd like it as
long as it didn't involve saws or getting dirty. Oh
and he's not a big fan of 3 inch deck screws. He also
makes me feel like I'm some sort of super-freak when
it comes to how hard I work. I mean,
I guess I can be, but sometimes shit just has to
get done. You know, like, when a baby is
coming?
Man I can't
believe we're so close. 33 weeks? Talya and
I were both born 6-8 weeks early and I am
soooooooooooo not far enough along in the construction
to pull this off. I've spoken to Vienna on several
occassions and let her know: "Nothing to see here hon.
Better off just stayin' in there until October." Kids
never listen. (sigh)
But the reason I'm
taking a moment to write is simply to express how nice
it is to have a tenant who is family. We've had
dinner together nearly every night and it's just been
wonderful. As a nutrition major Jimmy is thrilled that
Talya and I eat healthy. In fact, it's such a part of
our daily dialogue I decided to tape us having dinner
one evening. This has to be remarkably boring to other
people, but I figured our family would find it
interesting...
I really did that
video for Vienna. Something about seeing what life was
like before you got there is fascinating later. Like,
to her - everything will look the same... except all
those people in the video will look really young. It's
like a little time capsule. And it is for me and Talya
too. Clearly. Look at how relaxed we are as we eat.
Those days are numbered. LOL. We will looooooooooooong
for the above dinner atmosphere at some point. I mean,
we're ready for the adventure but we're not naive to
how quiet and peaceful things are at this very
moment. It is indeed the calm before the
storm.
I really hope
Jimmy stays out here. It will be interesting to watch,
because as I've said before this is not a place to
stay unless you're industry bound. If something
doesn't click, if that drive isn't there after a
couple months? Especially if you're close to your
family back home? You, are going, back. And it's not
even a bad thing. You'll belong there. At 23
that's all you're trying to do: find where you
belong. We're all rootin' for him. Thankfully,
I know where I belong.
