Guess what is done?

Me. I'm done. I'm done waiting for the deck to be done.  It's almost done.  Whatever that means.  It looks done to me and the things that "aren't done yet that you can't see" are of no interest to me.  Anyway.  One of us was done being patient and one of us finally gave in.  And so we have a table.  Grandma is coming next week.  Erik knows that means we have a strict everything must be done deadline.  And then it will be done.

In Jack news.  That poor kid is still dealing with effects of his shingles.  I'm just glad that (1) all of the blisters that are now crusty festering blood spots are confined to his scalp and (2) he isn't bald.  He also has random neck pain, I think more like a stiff neck.  I researched this and it seems like he could be dealing with annoying effects for months.  Mostly what I read indicates that effects are worse and more likely to occur if the shingles aren't treated within 72 hours of the first blister.  Now I don't feel quite so bad for telling off the ER doctor.  Jack didn't get the right meds for about 5 or 6 days.  He can be fine for days and then he will have 1 or 2 really bad days.  He seems fine in his baseball games and that's all he's really worried about.  I'm about ready to handcuff his hands behind his back to keep him from picking at his head.  It's grossing me out.

Stephanie survived and loved her trip to Ecuador with Grandma and Grandpa.  Sea Lions, turtles, snorkling, birds, people making her bed every time she left it, her own little private mermaid land.  We heard every detail.  A few times.  I'm pretty sure we will never be able to pass off Sea World as a "vacation" ever again.  However, she came home a little sore as she may or may not have fractured her tail bone.  Jumping off the second story of a yacht.  Yeh, you heard me. 

Nick is done with baseball for a few weeks and is busy recording songs with his band.  Songs they wrote.  They are entering a battle of the bands contest and trying to win a performance at the Taste of Hudson.  I just thought he could play the guitar.  Who knew he could write the songs too.  He can't read sheet music you know.  Rain Man, anyone?  Whatever keeps him off the streets is just fine by me. 

I love summer.  It's warm.  It's sunny.  It makes me forget that for about 9 months out of the year it's simply gray here.  I love the pool.  I don't even mind finding random children that don't belong to me sleeping throughout my house in the morning.  When I didn't even know they were here the night before.