Daniel and I are back into the grove of things in the south. He's working in Dothan at Walter F George powerhouse; back doing the "site-engineer" thing and overseeing the "damn" rehab. Yes, I do mean damn! It's a long, hard job which keeps him living in and out of hotels, working 10-12 hours a day and not getting enough sleep. At least he's getting paid well for all these out-of-town hardships. We thought 3000miles was too far apart but 500 miles seems almost as much. It's a 7 hour drive to visit eachother! I haven't started working yet, still searching for that perfect job...ok, well, almost ANY job to start helping put $$ away. But i'm able to take the time to get out there and stay in *yikes* Dothan for a few days. Daniel's really getting sick of being at this project and wants so much to move into his new position in Charleston so he's talking to the Savannah District people (Chief of Hydropower) about getting him to Augusta for the interim period. They Chief of Ops and the Chief of Hydro in Savannah have said "OK" and they're finally interviewing for the Chief of Ops position in Charleston, so they should be able to get a final "OK" on moving him to the St Stephens plant sometime in April. I say there are too many Chiefs in the wigwam! At least Augusta is only about a 3hr drive from Charleston, so depending of if I get a job soon, we'll be able to visit more on weekends or I can go over there for a while after I return from Cabo (that's another story!) Of course Cabo is coming up soon, April 17-24. This year will be different with my Dad off in the South Pacific...somewhere between Hawaii and Fiji! Mom and I will have the villa to ourselves...with Rick, Suzan, Cindy, Don and the gang over at Benito Blanco like norm. Unfortunately Daniel has to go to some stupid 'Joint Hydro conference' and give a presentation...I tell him to make sure and throw some NZ, Aus and Cabo pics in just to lighten the mood.
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In memory of my grandmother who passed away this week. With love always in our memory.
