Saturday Night Serenade–Come Away With Me

It’s been a great week and I’m feeling kind of mellow.  I’m at the tail end of my Spring Break.  Come Monday it’ll be back to the grind.  Ten more weeks until I walk out of there for the last time.  Man, that sounds like an eternity!

So I’m daydreaming about Mr. R and I making our escape to someplace fabulous, and by fabulous I mean quiet and peaceful and stress-free.  If I ever find it, I’ll let you know, but it sounds a lot like the lower Keys.

It’s a Norah Jones kind of night, for sure.  One that calls for candles, a glass of wine, and curling up with the one you love.

Happy Saturday night!

Come away with me in the night
Come away with me
And I will write you a song

Come away with me on a bus
Come away where they can’t tempt us
With their lies

I want to walk with you
On a cloudy day
In fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high
So won’t you try to come

Come away with me and we’ll kiss
On a mountaintop
Come away with me
And I’ll never stop loving you

And I want to wake up with the rain
Falling on a tin roof
While I’m safe there in your arms
So all I ask is for you
To come away with me in the night
Come away with me

 

Saturday Night Serenade–Is There A Doctor In The House?

We’re in a state of flux in the R. house these days.  I mentioned in a previous post that we’re taking on the adventure of a huge renovation on the foreclosure we bought five years ago.  We’re putting in wood flooring in place of the cheap carpet we bought when we first moved in.  We’re replacing the builder-grade kitchen cabinets and counters with beautiful custom made cupboards and granite counter tops.  And we’re completely overhauling both bathrooms.

Having refinanced the house and taken out some of the equity, these projects will be done with cash.  We’ve met with the contractors a couple of times and we’re finalizing plans to begin in January.  It seems we’re all systems go.

However, there is a monkey in the wrench–two weeks ago, Mr. R. shocked me to pieces by announcing one afternoon when I returned home from work that he’d quit his job.  Just resigned and walked out.  Yep.  It took me a little time to wrap my head around it.  I knew he hated the job.  I just didn’t think he’d up and quit.  Anyway…

The reno is still on.  He’s not sure what he’s going to do to help pay the bills, but he’s working on a plan to start his own media business, including a production company.  He’ll probably have to get a job and do that on the side right now, like I do my writing on the side.

Long-term, we’re talking about completing the renovations and thus increasing the value of the house so that in a couple of years, we can sell it and use the money to move somewhere new.  Mr. R. grew up here in south Florida and is itching to live somewhere with seasons and mountains.  I’m not entirely sure why anybody’d want to leave paradise, but I’m hip about quitting my job, and selling the house will allow for that.  I can write anywhere, and he can do his business anywhere, too.

So like I said, we’re in a state of flux.  Tonight’s song?  We have a man-cold at our house this weekend.  I thought the song was fitting.  In lieu of flowers, feel free to make donations to your favorite charity.  I’ll keep you apprised of the situation.  Happy Saturday night!

P.S.~ Oh, and we will be sharing our adventure in home renovation.  Up first, an unintended project due to self-inflicted Hurricane Matthew damage.  Yep.

Saturday Night Serenade–The Pretty Reckless

It’s been a frantic kind of week, between the hurricane that passed by, a little household emergency, and a bombshell that was dropped in the midst of it all.  I believe these words actually came out of my mouth: “Can’t we just enjoy a hurricane in peace?”  More on that when I can catch my breath.

Anyway, it’s Saturday and I couldn’t be happier.  For tonight’s serenade, I wanted something different.  Before all the hurricane drama, Amazon Prime sent me a “You might like this” message.  And they were right.

Here’s The Pretty Reckless with Take Me Down.  It’s rocking and it’s a change of pace from the moldie-oldies I’ve been posting lately.  I just need to clear my head and hit reset.

Hope you’re safe and enjoying this October weekend.  Keep watching for more October stories.  I have a little chiller to add.  Happy Saturday night!

To-may-to, To-mah-to

laughter heartMr. R. makes me laugh.  I love that about him.

He came home from work today in a bit of a snit.  I met him in the driveway as he was backing in and watched as he clipped the gate with his passenger side mirror.  Climbing out of the truck he exclaimed to me, “Did you see those girls?”

I looked up and down the street and shook my head.

“They were just walking down the sidewalk,” he said, accusingly.

“Get out!  Someone had the unmitigated gall to walk down the sidewalk?” I teased, still not seeing anyone.

“There I was, backing in to the driveway, and they just sauntered along behind the truck like there was no one else in the world.  I was stuck halfway in the street and another car came along.  How stupid can people be?!” he ranted.

“Bad day, babe?” I asked, smiling.

“No, I didn’t have a bad day.  I’m just tired of stupid people!”  Mr. R. returned.

I snickered a little.  “Sorry you’re feeling grumpy today, love.”

“I’m not grumpy!” he countered.  “I’m just pointing shit out.”

No more snickering.  I erupted into gales of laughter.

Fair enough, Mr. R.  Fair enough.

To-may-to, To-mah-to

laughter heart

Mr. R. makes me laugh.  I love that about him.

He came home from work today in a bit of a snit.  I met him in the driveway as he was backing in and watched as he clipped the gate with his passenger side mirror.  Climbing out of the truck he exclaimed to me, “Did you see those girls?”

I looked up and down the street and shook my head.

“They were just walking down the sidewalk,” he said, accusingly.

“Get out!  Someone had the unmitigated gall to walk down the sidewalk?” I teased, still not seeing anyone.

“There I was, backing in to the driveway, and they just sauntered along behind the truck like there was no one else in the world.  I was stuck halfway in the street and another car came along.  How stupid can people be?!” he ranted. 

“Bad day, babe?” I asked, smiling.

“No, I didn’t have a bad day.  I’m just tired of stupid people!”  Mr. R. returned.

I snickered a little.  “Sorry you’re feeling grumpy today, love.”

“I’m not grumpy!” he countered.  “I’m just pointing shit out.”

No more snickering.  I erupted into gales of laughter.

Fair enough, Mr. R.  Fair enough.