Work in Gary's shop is increasing to the degree that he's giving notice at FedEx tonight. At least that's the plan. He left with a resignation letter in his pocket. Still we second-guess things, and I guess that's the way of it. But also---considering some pains he's having that are a bit disturbing, this heavy-lifting job for someone of his age had a sell date that was coming sooner than we thought. It's a job for a younger man, that's for sure.
Clients of his came to the shop the other day, and want three custom beds made. Plus another woman wants bookcases. The two bids I mentioned recently are still 'out there', but he has calls into them to find out the outcomes.
It's like life can be more normal at our house again. I've missed him, the kids have felt a void with their dad missing 5 nights out of the week, and some weeks he's gone days and days without seeing some of them. Discipline has been left up to me, with him popping in when he's able. Something had to give. So thankful for the work and a bit awed by the generosity of it. Three beds? Really? Queen and king-sized? Excellent!
Now must go. Exhausted, still dealing with grief (which I'm allowing to run its course), and ready for bed. Have, once again, stayed up too late, but with the boys home later than planned from the restaurant, they needed to chat and unwind.
