Isn’t July sublime? I haven’t always felt that way. Before I walked away from education, around this time of year I’d be getting that little tummy thing, that deep-seated dread signalling that the end of summer was near.
But since early June, I’ve transitioned into writing full-time. Mr. R is working on building his real estate business and he currently has his first listing under contract. We’ve also had to do a lot of wrangling with the school district over my retirement payments. No surprise there, really. They can’t ever do anything the easy way.
This morning, we were thrilled to find that the payment for the 619 unused sick hours I’ve been hoarding for years was FINALLY deposited into our bank account. It’s a huge relief, providing a bit of a cushion until real estate kicks into high gear. And I start selling a buncha-lotta books.
After checking the bank account this morning, Mr. R turned to me. “We need a vacation. Let’s go on a (little) cruise.” Which is why I’ve spent some time this morning checking into a short Bahamas cruise, hopefully in September.
That brings me to tonight’s serenade, Cruisin’. I love Huey Lewis. I believe that 1983’s album Sports was one of the greatest albums of all time. Not such a fan of Gwyneth Paltrow–she’s annoying. But I LOVE this song, and it’s been flitting through my head since I started thinking about a cruise.
I hope you’re having a fabulous summer evening. Hug those you love. Happy Saturday night!