Happy Hour and a PSA

It was so great to see my work friends last night. We’ve known each other a really long time and even though we no longer get to meet for happy hour regularly anymore I still feel close to them.

We’ve seen and supported each other through marriages, divorces, new babies, babies leaving the nest, and the deaths of loved ones. We’ve celebrated promotions and commiserated bad bosses, the vagaries of political appointees, and new administrations.

Even though I’ll still be able to chat with them every day, knowing we can’t just meet up for happy hour anymore makes me sad. I’m going to miss them.

I love how even though they are going to miss me too they are delighted for me and can’t wait to hear about my adventures in the wilds of Tennessee. They teased me about being in a town with one stop light near the courthouse.

I laughed and said there are two, thank you very much, as there’s one by the Walmart also. Actually, I think there’s a third one down by the high school too. I’ll have to ask Tennessee for clarification.

Speaking of my new hometown, just a quick update:

Daizy has been found and is home though it seems there may be some woods-related internal issues they are going to have to deal with.

The Cookie Jar is going to re-open! No date for now.

No word yet on if the rooster has a name.

PSA

On a more serious note, if you have a tankless water heater made by Quietside still in your house–it was recalled in 2015 as a fire hazard. We just found out yesterday.

There’s a number for how to get a repair kit but it could take weeks to get it and a tech out to fix it. I can’t leave my mom here knowing every time she takes a shower she risks a house fire. So today the new one gets installed.

Be careful out there my friends.