One Week Later
So, he’s been gone just about a week.
He called tonight, right after getting up in the morning. Seems the transition away from his home and family, and back to the different geography, climate, and people have made Fran just a bit under the weather. He hasn’t quite felt himself since he arrived back at his camp. His sickness is starting to clear and he is forming some new goals and ambitions.
Sounds like us back here. Could it be that because we are on the downhill leg of this deployment we have hope to plan, and scheme, and accomplish things? He’s going to do some writing, and back here we’re going to do some painting, and nailing, and tiling, and painting, and designing, and painting!
We would love to see what we can do to this house to get it in shape to show on the real estate market and see about moving a couple towns over. You see, there is this line between this town and the one we have in mind, where the snow storms change. On our side of the line, the snow is usually more like rain, and even if it does snow, it melts a whole lot quicker. We want to be on the other side of the line!
Ok, that isn’t the only reason; it’s one of many. Truth be told, we don’t like all the painting and tiling and nailing. The 107 year old architecture is nice, but living in it has lost it’s charm. There are so many things to keep up with so that it can maintain it’s charm. We really aren’t that good at that kind of work. We have different interests and hobbies. Fixing up this old place is out of necessity, not because we love to do it!!
All of our ambition may not get us to our ideal objective, but if it gets us up out of our seats to at least make a little progress, then it has done its job. I’ll take it.
Ok, as Fran just gets started on his day, I’m going to head off to bed.