My parents leave for Florida today. I’m excited and nervous about this. I have not lived in the same house as them for many, many years. They are bringing only the best weather with them. Tomorrow, we are supposed to have a 100% chance of thunderstorms, the next day there is an 80% chance of thunderstorms (yep, that’s right on the 4th of July), and Friday there’s only a 70% chance of thunderstorms. I hope all the tourists leave, but that’s unlikely, many of them will opt to spend time in one or two of our fabulous restaurants. I very much wanted to take my parents over to McGuire’s Irish grill for their famous prime rib and Irish Wakes. Nice thing is Niceville has a fine assortment of restaurants owned by small business owners and it’s a hidden foodie paradise. I just don’t want to cook when they first get here. The outside of our house will be disaster due to the rain.
I also bought liquor, this will be my first drink, besides the few random glasses of wine I have had here and there. I’m partially celebrating that they are out and I have a little bit more top cover and help (because, yes, they ACTUALLY HELP!), but moreover we are nearing the magical half way point in this lovely adventure. In a few more weeks, we will be 50% done. I’m relieved and elated that we have reached the half way point. I just hope that they decide not to extend near the end of the deployment, elongating it.