Since losing my tenant 3 weeks ago, I have been staying in Maryville. My first goal was to get the house in order to rent or sell (still haven't decided). It turns out that staying 'in town' has proved to be very convenient considering my heavy workload at The Hangar. My commute has shrunk from 50 minutes to 3 minutes. I have saved BIG TIME on gas, and Burke seems to like the idea of having me come home 2 or 3 times a day to walk him - something I can do since I'm just a few minutes away now. The strange thing is that - while I enjoy these conveniences - I have not missed them over the last two years while living on the farm. Perhaps it's because I have grown to appreciate the quiet and calm of the cabin. As my home base, I have learned to appreciate the comfort and space it offers . . . despite the long commute.
So my brain had to shift gears a bit when, I left work early this afternoon, grabbed Burke from his deep sleep at the house, picked up some beer, bread, eggs and milk at the store - and headed to the cabin.
With Mom and Dad in route and Dawn, Danny, Jenny, Grayson, Grandma, Grandpa and Aunt Kathy & Uncle Rick to follow tomorrow - the quiet will fade, but I predict the mood to be lifted by having all under the tin roof - to honor a day for which I intend to be 'thankful' for that which surrounds me; a great family, a perfect home, . . . and Grandma's homemade noodles.
So my brain had to shift gears a bit when, I left work early this afternoon, grabbed Burke from his deep sleep at the house, picked up some beer, bread, eggs and milk at the store - and headed to the cabin.
With Mom and Dad in route and Dawn, Danny, Jenny, Grayson, Grandma, Grandpa and Aunt Kathy & Uncle Rick to follow tomorrow - the quiet will fade, but I predict the mood to be lifted by having all under the tin roof - to honor a day for which I intend to be 'thankful' for that which surrounds me; a great family, a perfect home, . . . and Grandma's homemade noodles.
