Small check in

This week has been monster busy for me. We have been working round the clock, so to speak, at the country club. The tennis courts have different colors in them, the paths to and from are lined with new greenery and handicapped enabled. The biggest area we had was not only the pool but the commons area where everyone sat, to have snacks and lunch. New plant boxes and concrete treatments a million new plants and watering system through out the whole spot. In maybe three more weeks or less it should be completed. I hope to use this as an example to other country clubs maybe on a larger scale.
I did manage to squeeze in talk time with Amy and my brothers. Amy is trying her best to get a week off from one of her many jobs. I love her but I say it won’t happen; she will cave when someone calls in because their child got a bee sting or tummy ache.
Luke was all about being excited on the new house; they have the exterior walls up now Kyle calls them bones. He’s been ripping and romping around the new build “Helping” the guys with nails and small tools. I may send him a tool belt and hard hat. They had a slight scare/excitement this week with Julie and the babies when she thought she may have gone into labor. It was nothing more than a few pains and over with.
Lori is loving camp right now; she is all about singing and crafts and loves the idea that boys are allowed to be doing projects with them. I told her to write me often so I can giggle at what is going on over there – really to keep an eye out.
Jacks was home the majority of the day yesterday, he had an exam and of course blew that right out of the water. He said the night before he had about an hour sleep so he chose not to come into work and rest his head a bit. If I had an IQ running around in the 180s I don’t think my head would need resting. “Ring, ring Jacks – PARS is calling”.
Tonight I plan on going out with the guys and shooting some pool and a few jabs at darts. I guess my Friday night plans don’t change much? Never the less it’s too muggy out at night to stand on the pier.
Saturday will be a long game of golf and some of my own yard work. It’s a shame that I have to do my own yard. I wonder if people that clean others house clean their own, or those that baby sit kids want kids of their own.