Day Two, Log Two ...Stardate....OK...Nevermind that part.

Ok, so my original concerns about a possible addiction appear unfounded. Thank goodness.

So, Marty and I have nearly finished our landscaping project. We cut in new beds, built up more with dirt and have spread about 6 of the 7 cf. of mulch. I have built lattice frames around our new vegetable garden and some fencing panels of the same material (gate included) at our driveway and front fence line. I’m still building more but this has now given us a true backyard and ability to let the dogs out from the door instead of walking them to the back gate. If you know Oakley, you can understand this necessity on our part. The rest we can do in small steps. I’ll post pictures later, when the rain stops and the sun returns.

It’s been so nice having Marty at home this past couple of weeks, to help do things like this. I never would have been able to get this done on my own. He’s accepted a “package” from his job that allows him to find another job while still getting paid into the new year from this one. It’s a bit nerve-wracking but exciting too. He’s so talented and was getting pigeon-holed into work he really didn’t enjoy doing. It’s hard being good at things most others can’t do. I wouldn’t know this, first hand, but I’m assuming…. Anyway, I know it will come to an end, but it’s been really nice being able to go birding, get stuff done around the house that we’ve been putting off…and just plain old enjoying each other’s company. It makes retirement something to really look forward to.

Before that is even remotely possible we need to get through college years. Blair has his first SAT behind him but is taking the New SAT 2 (Subject tests) next month. He’s hoping this will show two particular areas of strength and interest; History and Science. He’s looking at schools in the DC Area right now since he plans to major in Political Science. He tells me he hopes to be a Senator one day…. I think he just wants to practice with that razor-sharp wit of his and follow in the foot-steps of John Stewart. But I could be wrong.