So, on my bachelor weekend, I turned to hookers and blow.
And by “hookers”, I mean “home projects”. And by “blow”, I mean “pizza”.
I installed shelving along one wall of the garage, and organized it all. Hopefully, it will stay that way. We still have Too Many Things in there, that needs to be addressed.
I worked on the countertop mods around the stove, cutting and staining the wood that will go there. I removed the backsplash behind the oven, and cleaned and painted the walls. Painted the cabinet door from the old stove.
All in all, it was about 14 hours of work. Then did the regular house cleaning and laundry. It was nice to control my own schedule and just power through the jobs.
Stacey and Scout had a great time with friends in Pigeon Forge, doing a mountain hike and OHMIGODWESWAMINTHEHOTTUB.
They traveled with Scout’s friend L__ and her family up to meet a group of other old friends. All told, there were about 8 or 9 kids to play with, and the adults could pretty much gab uninterrupted.
On the way home, they stopped somewhere called Goats on the Roof, which had… goats on the roof. You could feed the goats, reportedly. There, on the roof.
RocketBoy got back from his world tour. He said he was sad we weren’t there; He felt like the family should have been with him, at least at Rock City. I promised we could go back as a family, and he could be our guide.
I dropped him off Saturday morning, and then traveled up to their first stop at the Chattahoochee Nature Center for the Earth Day Kids festival. Parking was full, so I had to drive two miles away and catch a shuttle. I missed the first song, and RocketBoy let me know he knew it.
They do a good concert, those kids. Then they hopped back on the bus to head up to Rock City, a Ronald McDonald house near Chattanooga, and the to the hotel.
At the hotel, RocketBoy couldn’t find his swimsuit (the suitcase is a tiny one… It’s hard to understand why he had to search for “an hour” for it). Then, once in the pool, he hit his head on the side when someone bumped into him, and had to go back to his room to recuperate. So, not a lot of swimming to be had there.
He stayed in a room with a counselor and one other boy, who he got to know. He was nervous he wouldn’t get to know anyone, but he did pal around with two other boys, so all was well.
Sunday morning, they went to a Presbyterian church to perform, and I guess had to listen to the sermon, because he cited a low point as “having to listen to some guy tell a story I didn’t understand about Jesus and some goats.” I sympathized; I was never clear on the goat story myself.
When he got back from the trip, the director came up to me and said one of the counselors had told her a story about RocketBoy. I cringed, because “I have a story about RocketBoy” could go either way, quirky kid that he is.
But the story went that when they were done singing at the Ronald McDonald house, he struck up a conversation with a family that was staying there, and heard about their baby daughter who was in the NICU “just like Scout was”. After he heard that, he went and found an employee of the house and asked to make a donation. He took a $1 from his “treat money” we gave him, and handed it over, because “they needed it more than I did.”
So, I’m going to stop cringing.
In the final tally, he lost a shoe, but gained someone’s pants, and had a good time, so we’ll call it a win.