A few years back, my parents decided retirement sounded like a swell change, and moved permanently from the bubbalopolis of Jacksonville, FL, to their weekend lake place in Salt Springs. I’d call Salt Springs “out in the sticks,” but it’s more like if the sticks had backwaters that secluded a moss-choked armpit. How they even…
Cribs
Given our largely improvisational, seat-of-the-pants approach to existence, Michael and I are surprisingly skilled at planning things: fun crap like parties and vacations, long-term projects like getting Amazon to throw some partner benefits my way, even bonerkillers like how to pay for large unexpected expenses. (And yes, Moses, I am looking at your bionic knee,…
Vashon, Vash-off
Grammy and the girls and I took a scouting expedition to Vashon Island as a potential place for the folks to settle once they’s all relocated here in a year or two, and also as a possibility for Mike and I once the niblets hit school-age. The ferry ride? “Wawa!!!” A huge hit, and only…