August 13th would have been my nine year wedding anniversary, if I were still married. Instead it was my 4th not-anniversary. Which is okay, too. I know not everyone gets the “my ex husband is my best friend” thing, but it’s one of the things I’m most proud of and protective of. It takes a strong and honest friendship to text your ex “happy not our anniversary” and know that the other person will be happy to hear from you. Ex hubs and I chatted briefly about that recently and he put it far more poetic and succinct than I ever have. “Sometimes you should marry your best friend, but sometimes you shouldn’t.” So, happy not our anniversary to you ex Hubs and dear friend.
One year ago I graduated grad school. I miss school. I miss learning and the academic environment and the group of people I would have never met otherwise and feeling smart and earning it. It’s amazing what’s happened to me in the year since. I’m so grateful for what that degree and experience brought my way. Earlier this week I had a phone call with Mr. Head of the Leading Change Mgmt Research Company and he told me a joke and we talked about OD vs. CM. This afternoon I got pulled in by my program manager to help with another huge layer of change. I bought a house, became a full time associate, made new friends, and just all around figured it out.
It is an amazingly gorgeous night here. Cool and no humidity and perfect for grilling. It’s the only way I’m going to cook around here.
Slicing buns is about all I was willing to do in my still pristine, new kitchen.
Luckily I have a grill.
A grill with a side burner. All cooking can be done out here.
I made some burgers with Brussels sprouts and sweet potatoes. They were really good and perfect for patio dining.
I bought a new shirt today while at the food truck festival during lunch. I’m a happy Ohio-an. And that feels great.