Season transitions

Wow, the weather has sucked, Nearly constant rain, and a lot of it. Hit home hard with the hurricane remnants on Monday, but it's been rainy even without that gut punch. Raining this morning. Little sun. Nothing dries out this time of year. Getting chilly. Would be nice to get a few weeks of moderate temps and sunshine.

Shoulder repair is nearly six weeks on - and the only positive thing I have to say about the whole thing is that luckily time marches on, because the process itself is seemingly interminable. And now while my arm still lies limply at my side, I'm able to start PT. I've done PT in the past for this or that, but never like this, where you are bring a dead stiff limb back to life. It's like a movie PT where the pain is incredible and the progress is baby steps and unfathomably slow. I've been working since the 3rd day after surgery, but it's been a real testament to my forward progress at all costs and over all impediments mentality and makeup- I could easily see staying home for a month and laying low.

We've added 50% to our office admin overhead in terms of staffing, and it appears, fingers crossed, I've put humpty dumpty back together again in the post-Amanda phase. I didn't actually put it back together, I completely overhauled our operations, from top to bottom. I think I hypothesised and wrote I was going to do this, or that is was an opportunity to do this, but like the shoulder surgery, talking about it is one thing, the pain and suffering of actually doing it another thing altogether. Not easy at all. Not cheap at all. Honestly, I lost a year of my life, at 53, managing the last 9 months of business. But that's what happens when you kick the can of structural redundancy down the road - at some point, the house of cards needs to be rebuilt properly. Like many important things that happen in business, they are thrust onto your plate at the poorly-timed intervals.

Put a lot of houses into contract recently - 1 in Narrowsburg, 3 in Olivebridge. Have at least 2 in the hopper for our homes your land type of thing.

My 14 nearly 15 year old son has his first homecoming this weekend, and the after-party is at my house. All the parents are calling asking if a parent will be home! The hardest part will be staying up late enough to properly chaperone - had to call in the big guns for help - my 78 year old mom.