Hey. I know, I know. Long time, no write. Life’s been busy. And it’s summertime. So gimme a break.
To catch you up on what I’ve been up to since my last post:
Kevin and I went to a lot of concerts: Gary Clark Jr., Andra Day (she’s amazing! Listen to her asap!), Courtney Barnett, Harry Connick Jr. (because the classics will always be classic), Adele (YAAAASSSSSS) and …. Barry Manilow. Seriously. Barry Manilow. We got some tickets from a friend, so we figured “sure, why not?” Wasn’t really my scene, I admit. But it was certainly a sight to behold.
We also saw a couple of great comedy shows. Dave Chappelle and Trevor Noah. Both were a blast, each in their own way. Highly recommend them both.
There’s this thing I did as part of my internship for my family therapy program a few years ago where I volunteered at Camp Gratitude, a cool program that provides a weeklong camping program for military families who have experienced a deployment. It was such a great experience working with these military families during my internship that I’ve gone back for another two summers to help out again, just for the fun of it. And PS, if you’re ever looking to donate money to a worthy cause, keep my CG homies in mind. Turns out it’s not free to give 12 families an all expenses-paid week with a bunch professional family therapists on staff who are trained in concerns related to military life and deployment.
Channeling Bob Vila
I always try my hand at DIY home improvement projects, only to discover halfway through that they kind of suck. And then I don’t finish them. Or in many cases, I make Kevin finish them for me. But this time, I did it! All by myself!
We had a new deck built last summer. It’s rad. A gorgeous, spacious cedar deck. So this summer, I stained it. Kevin wanted to hire someone, and I was all like, pffft, we can stain a deck. How hard can it be? So I did it. And it was a LOT of work. Maybe I’ll post a little guide for how to stain a deck sometime soon. Maybe. Or maybe not, because I kind of want to block it out from my memory, let’s be honest.
But it looks pretty good, and that’s all that really matters I guess.
Like Rihanna says, work, work, work, work, work, work. We’ve been doing a lot of really cool stuff at work lately. I won’t go into all the details, but let’s just say that much of the madness lately has something to do with the fact that my employer has naming rights on a big ol’ football stadium that’s going to be opening very soon.
Also, I just spent a few days in New York City with my bosses, meeting with some of our New York-based partners. It’s been a great week, but man oh man, am I wiped out. I was pretty stoked for my trip back home tonight. I miss Kevin and the puggle, after all. Though I do admit, I enjoyed being able to sleep in my hotel’s really comfy king bed all week.
But. (Yes, there’s a but.) I got to JFK this evening with plenty of time to make my 6:15 flight, only to discover that my flight had been delayed until 8:55. Then until 10:30. Then until 10:35. Then 10:50. Then 10:55. *sigh*
So I’ve been hanging out in scenic Terminal 2 for about the last five hours, with about an hour or two more hour to go, assuming things go according to the current plan.
Could be worse, though. My Cincinnati-based boss had her flight cancelled tonight. Guess there was some bad weather in Chicago or something, which gummed up the works for everyone in the Midwest. Womp, womp.
My dinner tonight was airport sushi and a beer. Behold the majesty of this fine dining experience:
I also may or may not have picked up a chocolate Frosty from Wendy’s for dessert. Don’t judge. You’d do it too if you were in my shoes.
On the bright side, I’ve had lots of time this evening with no pressure to be somewhere or to do something. And I kind of dig that.
So anyway… Yeah. Life’s been kind of awesome, but also kind of crazy busy.
Hopefully the next time you hear from me, I’ll be back in good old Minnesota. New York was great, but yeah. It’s time to go.