Whoa. Where did the past month go? I remember New Year's Eve and watching Matt Pelz haul @$% through the East End like a crazed maniac at 2:10am (he still claims he doesn't know why - or where - he was running), I remember being thrilled that our electricians started work at the new shop (we can finally say "we've found our electrician" in Will Downey of West End Electric, and that says a lot because Mikie is pretty doggone skilled at electrical work). I remember being happily filthy after unloading our first container since Hurricane Ike. I remember feeling overwhelmed by the kindness of our friends and family calling, texting like crazy and popping in to check in on Mikie for his 3 day "vacay" at UTMB and being reminded of how lucky we really are to have the things that matter - which really aren't things.
I remember freaking out that our second container since Hurricane Ike decided to come in about 30 minutes after Mikie got out of surgery (when it rains, it pours, right?) and wondering how in the bloody hell was I going to get this thing unloaded - and then was rescued by the Willthing, Jhonny, and HLPs Matt and Eddie who I cannot thank enough for being such awesome friends.
I remember the day Mikie was released from the hospital and got to come home and how excited the dogs were to see their Daddy - and to get back on a regular feeding schedule. Priorities, people.
I remember the day our friend walked into the shop and I took one look at his face and knew he and his lady were pregnant. I was so stoked for them and even thanked him for fighting the temptation to post such glorious news on facebook (which I think should be changed to "hijack-and-hack-your-face-off-book" because enough already - what do the hackers that keep invading my account hope to gain by sending fraudulent youtube videos to all of my contacts over and over and over again??!?!?) only to find out that he did, in fact sortof already let the cat out of the bag via facebook and I might have known that had I not been hacked again that day. Silly me.
And I remember the day that Michael and I were standing in our house downstairs with the wind howling around our ankles. We looked around at the place, looked at each other and said "what the heck are we doing with this place?!" and decided then and there that it's time to move on. In a few weeks, we'll be adding to the for-sale housing stock. We're certainly not going far - perhaps somewhere downtown? For sure we'll find ourselves this side of the causeway...
And I remember the day I realized "holy crap - it is almost the end of January."
Kinda makes you want to hit the pause button every once in a while.