May 2, 2015 was a Saturday. I remember that - not simply because I am "Autism Adam" (as my wife and daughter sometimes call me) but because the Missus and I had closed on our little piece of paradise by the sea the day before and spent Saturday, May 2, getting to work on our new home.
Our first order of business was to tear out the wall-to-wall carpet in the living room. We were approximately ten minutes into that chore when Margaret damn near sliced off her thumb with the razor knife. Deciding that a trip to the closest ER would cost us the day, over my objections Margaret rinsed the wound with water from the kitchen sink, wrapped paper towel around it, which she then taped to her hand with electrical tape, and proceeded to work next to me for the rest of the day. The large , gaping wound to the thumb has not affected her going forward...other than severely curtailing her ability to hitchhike.
If the fates allow, 2020 shall mark our sixth summer as part-time residents/full-time property owners in Lake Como (the hamlet f/k/a South Belmar). Whether we spend the time there this summer that we have since we bought it remains a question to which I do not know the answer. I do know that the answer to that question is above my pay grade. I know, too, whichever way that question is answered, we shall deal with it, we shall honor the decision, and we shall come out just fine on the other side.
-AK
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