Justin’s back at work again today. His head still hurts, but his doctor is too busy to see him and the pain is better than it was the last few days, so . . . he’s managing it. I don’t handle it well when Justin’s sick. I tend to get anxious about it really quickly. And he just tries to shrug it off, like most men. It’s frustrating. But if he’s honestly feeling better in the next couple of days, then I’ll stop worrying about him having a brain tumor.
Work was insane this morning, and now it’s tapered off to people trying to run down paperwork and check off the boxes. I keep getting confused about which plane I’m actually working on because we’re working on about four planes at the same time. Keeps life interesting, that’s for sure. Except for when there’s nothing to do and then it’s really super boring.
I’ve written up my list for tomorrow and over the weekend. I have several things that need to go to the post office, but I’ll have to wait until Saturday when I have the car. Either that, or figure out what’s wrong with my bicycle tires. I’d like to do that sometime soon anyway—once we’re in Bluffton, there are several places within biking distance and, unlike where we’re living now, not on dangerous roads. I’d like to take advantage of that.
It’s going to take an adjustment, moving into a smaller town. Not that Bluffton is tiny—it’s spread out all over and parts of it are very busy. But it’s still going to be much smaller than Savannah. Parts of that will be nice—we’re both really looking forward to living in an area that actually feels a little rural. And we’re still very close to lots of things—good shopping is just down the highway a little ways. But it’s going to have a very different feel from where we’re living right now. I think that’s a good thing. It’s just going to take some adjustment.
Speaking of which, one of my coworkers’ daughters finally came home last week. He’s going through some major adjustments now. He has three daughters, aged 7, 9, and 16, I believe. And their primary language is Russian. He and his wife are Canadian. It’s so cute listening to this new papa talking about his little girls and how they’re adjusting—how they’ll wave him off to work in the morning and call him “Poppa” on the phone when they ask when he’s coming home and how he never expected that they’d need to have so much food in the house. I can’t imagine how radically your world has to change, going from no children to three children (one of them a teenager) in one very expensive swoop! He seems to be handling it well, though. It’s wonderful! I’m so happy for him. On Monday, at the end of the day, he was walking out and someone tried to hand him one last thing to complete. He said, “I can’t do it tonight; the kids are waiting for me at home!”
By the way, happy anniversary Mom and Dad!! Congratulations! I love you both!