Sunday, August 10, 2008
How much is a private plane?
This week is the last week of the summer for us. H starts her new school next week, as a high school freshman. (OMG! How did that happen?) We're in North Carolina at our little lake house, eking out the last few days before we have to go home to sticky hot, humid Nashville. Seriously, if summer is supposed to be OVER, why do we still have a month (or two) of blistering temperatures in the Middle Tennessee valley, the steam bath of the South? North Carolina has been so incredibly beautiful these last few days that the thought of going back home just rips out our hearts. It's funny, we built our "dream home" in Nashville and moved in a little over a year ago. It's a great house, with a wonderful kitchen that I love, lots of storage, and his and her closets (which, if you know me and my tendency to be a little messy, is the saving grace of our marriage). Our house in North Carolina is half the size of our Nashville house, has a tiny kitchen with a tiny island, only one closet in the master, and one vanity that we share (another mess), but we never want to leave here. Just sitting outside on the balcony, watching the sunset over the lake, and feeling the soft warm (NOT HOT) air, is like a drug. It makes everything else feel unimportant.
Our dog, Rosie, becomes a mountain dog when she's here. She hikes with us, covering two to three times as much area, because she runs ahead, and back, then down to the water, and back up, and I swear, I can tell she's smiling.
We also saw a TON of butterflies today, and I'm thinking maybe it's mating season, because they were just piling on top of each other and didn't move, even when the dog went over to sniff around them.
I need a jet.