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Off to the lake...



It's been a bumpy week, but lots of good things as well as a few stressful things are going on.  Lifting my head from the grind, I realize we have hardly been able to enjoy our little Jolie Ete' very many weekends this entire season.  Before the days get cooler with no looking back, we will head there and decompress.  Sleep without angst.  Laze and bask.

So many things have swirled up for me this past few weeks, and for my husband, who is a pretending retired guy, not so much I think, as he lets me worry about and manage all things financial.  He sounds my ideas, adds his own, and we create and modify in that way.

Many things big and small, are on our horizon.  Still, tonight, we will party with the other houseboat lovers as the marina celebrates the end of the season with food, drink, and a live band.  We will walk our favorite lake beaches and swim with the doggies, and wake up and make dark, rich, perfect coffee in our Melitta drip filter.  We'll savor scrambled eggs on our sunny deck and feel the first tinges of fall air waft across the cove and swirl past the silent houseboats.



When I'm back tomorrow evening, things will be all the same, yet I'll be different.  Just a bit.  I'll be refreshed; renewed; at peace.

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