Tuesday Mornings...

It’s been ever so quiet around the house the last few days, G dropped by to check on things --me -- but other than that everything is perfect. Cari and I were talking about being alone, she cant, for some reason -- I feel there is some deep dark secret she’s not telling, for her not to be able to be alone. I like to sit and think and relax after a long hard day at work, my mind wanders over the day’s events and I can plan for the next. I haven’t talked to Amy much in the last week or so, she feels running her self in the ground with work is a good thing, and I say what ever makes her happy, do it. The Weekend Tropical storm weakened long before it reached us, over 6 inches of much needed rain was the only cause. Lori is doing great at Space Camp and Mom loves the visit with the Grands while Lori gets her science fix. They both will come home on Monday and be here a whopping whole 4 days to pack and move down to the gulf with Pops for the summer. Last night Jacks called, with loud party noises in the background. He says it’s been one nonstop party the whole time, as it should be. He sounds so happy and hyper and relaxed with no other worries on his mind. I heard “Jaaaaacccks come on!!” in a giggly girl voice --- I don’t want to know. He didn’t ask about or mention any other people, I didn’t volunteer any info. I have a new best friend the last couple of days/nights, Julie have visited. She asks about Trace and what I did for the day, if I have heard from Lori. Her main topic of conversation is Jacks; she is in total lust for him and wants to know all about the women in his life. Most of the times we just sit on the back deck and eat ice cream together and watch the people walk in the beach. I think she really misses them. Wednesday is my Doctors appointment on the ankle of doom, hopefully he says take it easy and I can lose the boot.