1st of August

Hard to believe it’s August 1st already. The kids go back to school next Monday and if all goes well, I should be back to work myself very soon.

I still subscribe to the monthly newsletter from my old yoga house on Bainbridge. In it my teacher writes, “The word August has many inspiring definitions I’ve come to find out. One of them being to ripen or to come into realization and maturity.”

And on this first day of August, I too can’t help but feel that sense of ripening and impending burst of flavor from the seeds we’ve sown many seasons ago.

We did it!

Cruise to Alaska and cross country drive across the lower 48 complete! It took exactly 2 weeks and 1 day but at long last, we’ve landed back ‘home’ in Georgia!

Our stuff arrived via the U-pack trailer this afternoon. (In horrific fashion but I’m not even going to go there). Riggy went right back to his old stomping ground to bark at the cat next door. Chai didn’t eat and clearly doesn’t know what to make of it all just yet. For that matter neither does Steph. She’ll sleep at Bethany’s again tonight whilst I get more of the trailer unpacked tomorrow. Thankfully the kids are still in NC having a blast at mamoo and papoos. For me, it’s been a bit back breaking. So it’s lamb chops for dinner at Bistro VG.

Foreign, bewildering and stressful as this all has been, I feel positively affirmed it’ll end up being the right move for us.

Sex ed

Steph signed Jules and I up for a sex-ed course in Seattle. It’s for fathers and sons only. Geared for boys aged 10-12. Neither Jules nor I were particularly keen on it, but it’s a rite of passage and we agreed that we better embrace this stuff head on (pun).