This is week five or six of Paul’s *out of town* days preparing berry processing lines for the approaching season. He’s da man who has a knack of getting them to fit and run well. This last week was his longest week. These old ratty boots tucked under the kitchen table did NOT go unnoticed this morning. Surprisingly, they were the talk of the house and put smiles on many faces.
80 hours clocked this week, very little sleep due to snoring roomies and he just crawled in bed at 6am after leaving Salem, Ore at 9pm last night. As he held to his promise, I assume there are three hours of catnaps in there. I all but begged him to get a hotel last night, but he just wanted his own bed and I can't blame him. We turned on the white noise machine, blanketed the window and kissed him morni...I mean night.
FYI, I took some of his overtime and ordered him a new pair of boots!
1 comment:
You should use the old boots to plant succulents in. Put by the front door- A good reminder to all, of how hard Daddy works.
Mindy
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