Another last week
I started outprocessing on Monday, which just meant going to various offices and getting them to initial a piece of paper confirming I had no ties left, plus I finally got to turn in all my bulky Votkinsk clothing issue that had been stuck in a drawer at work for six months. Attended a TSgt's tearful retirement ceremony, then started to transition the last of my workload over to other guys in the office.
Got home to see the in-laws and nephewlaw back from the barn on their way back to Seattle, to celebrate The Birthday some more, with presents, a light dinner at Uno's and homemade 'Miss Toni's' cheesecake.
It was a strange last full week (such as it was with the holiday Friday), with outprocessing not taking much time and working right up until the end on last-minute taskers due next week when almost everyone else will be out of the office, too, so after hitting 'send' on my last e-mail, it was just a couple handshakes and g'bye. Then it's hellos at the new job on Wednesday.
Met up with the family at Fair Oaks Mall to take some portraits, and while Erin wasn't a smiling fiend, at least she wasn't bawling her eyes out, so we'll take that. She really is a happy girl from time to time. Honest.
On the 4th, Ainsley and her Mother went to the recently opened local Wegman's superstore while Ryan, Erin and I hung out, trimmed azaleas, threw balls, and pooped. I spent the afternoon on furry hands and knees cleaning out the deepest darkest crevices of the dog's room/workshop, but I still need a few more days in there to get stuff organized (it's been a repository of crap from my desk at work while I transition). We were able to get kids down at 9ish, but Erin kept waking up, and Ryan was too jazzed to sleep -- the neighborhood fireworks didn't help -- and he didn't konk out until after 11.
We did the family barbecue thing Saturday, with the Boivins (at 75% strength) and Wysongs coming over to help try a cheese-stuffed red salsa burger recipe that were an awful lot of work for not a lot of payoff. Plus Ryan called my dog a 'dork', so Ainsley has some explaining to do. We were just glad that the rain held off on one of our cookouts, for once.
It occurred to me, going to sleep before 10, that I'd been at my house for over 48 hours straight. Can't remember the last time that's happened.
Got home to see the in-laws and nephewlaw back from the barn on their way back to Seattle, to celebrate The Birthday some more, with presents, a light dinner at Uno's and homemade 'Miss Toni's' cheesecake.
It was a strange last full week (such as it was with the holiday Friday), with outprocessing not taking much time and working right up until the end on last-minute taskers due next week when almost everyone else will be out of the office, too, so after hitting 'send' on my last e-mail, it was just a couple handshakes and g'bye. Then it's hellos at the new job on Wednesday.
Met up with the family at Fair Oaks Mall to take some portraits, and while Erin wasn't a smiling fiend, at least she wasn't bawling her eyes out, so we'll take that. She really is a happy girl from time to time. Honest.
On the 4th, Ainsley and her Mother went to the recently opened local Wegman's superstore while Ryan, Erin and I hung out, trimmed azaleas, threw balls, and pooped. I spent the afternoon on furry hands and knees cleaning out the deepest darkest crevices of the dog's room/workshop, but I still need a few more days in there to get stuff organized (it's been a repository of crap from my desk at work while I transition). We were able to get kids down at 9ish, but Erin kept waking up, and Ryan was too jazzed to sleep -- the neighborhood fireworks didn't help -- and he didn't konk out until after 11.
We did the family barbecue thing Saturday, with the Boivins (at 75% strength) and Wysongs coming over to help try a cheese-stuffed red salsa burger recipe that were an awful lot of work for not a lot of payoff. Plus Ryan called my dog a 'dork', so Ainsley has some explaining to do. We were just glad that the rain held off on one of our cookouts, for once.
It occurred to me, going to sleep before 10, that I'd been at my house for over 48 hours straight. Can't remember the last time that's happened.
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