So I'm sure this post will come as a pleasant surprised to those who faithfully check my blog, waiting... waiting... um... waiting some more for a post of some sort. Here it is! Ex nihilo is latin for "Out of nothing" and I thought that was a suitable title for this post as it comes after months of nothing. :-)
Now as some of you may know, my company recently purchased a new commercial unit to work from. The company ran for 23 years from the owners basement, however we simply outgrew the limited space that was available there and were bursting at the seams. So now we're all moved into the new place and working smoothly and at full capacity now. This is a large reason for my lack of posts in the last months as I've practically been living here, working till 10pm most nights, trying to prepare the place for full operations. This included painting, moving, organizing, adding air conditioning/heating duct work and vents into all the offices, and finishing a second floor space of approximately 400 square feet. That second floor was the biggest project, which involved framing it out, drywalling, painting, laminate flooring, T-Bar ceiling (drop ceiling), etc... It was alot of work, but is now finally done!
So now I have a ridiculous amount of time on my hands as the summer time lull in quotes has finally begun, and everything else is done. Hence my posting now.
My real drive to post today though is actually brought on from some really depressing personal news from this past long weekend. Lindsay and I went on a camping trip this weekend up to Emily Provincial park with another couple that we've become really good friends with from our new church. We had an amazing Friday night, all-day Saturday, and Sunday morning together, with great conversation/joking around, campfires, beach time, ice cream, and all that great camping stuff, but my Sunday afternoon became craptastic pretty quickly. We had just gotten some ice cream at the park store, and headed down to the beach for some goodtimes. Linds and I decided to go into the water to cool off and we played around for a bit having a great time. Our friends came in to join us, and the husband of the couple and I swam out a little bit into deeper waters(5 foot depth, not much, but deeper). While out there we encountered some nasty seaweed and obviously swam a little bit to get away from it. While swimming it happened, it seemed like a split second occurrence, but it was gone. My wedding band slid off my ring finger and fell into the murky, seaweed infested part of the water. I immediately called out for some goggles and started diving to search. The water was too stirred up with mud and seaweed from the afternoon beach crowd to be able to see anything though, with barely any light making it through the murk from the sun. The four of us proceeded to rake the top of the sand and seaweed bottom in quick a large radius, hoping that the ring would be sitting pretty on top of the bottom surface. We spent more than an hour doing this late Saturday afternoon, but found nothing. To make it more frustrating, we probably stepped on it during the process, driving it beneath the soft gooey seaweed portion of the bottom. We decided to let the water clear out and try again the next morning before we left. So yesterday morning, after we packed up camp, we headed back down to look. I was so hopeful as I could see everything on the bottom crystal clear, even finding things like a small sparkly wrapper, a hair band, a ring-sized elastic band, and a clear plastic knife. We scanned and search for another hour, but the ring eluded us, as I said likely smushed beneath the soft gooey sand by the seaweed.
I've been really sad since. Lindsay isn't mad or anything, but I just feel like I neglected an important item, and now it's gone, most certainly forever. I feel as though I let her down. To make it worse, I've always known that the ring was a smidge loose, but felt it would never fall off like that ever. I should have gotten it re-sized.
It's not so much that we can't go out and get a new one, or that this is the worse thing that could ever happen. It just sucks. Anyways, I have to jet out for a service call now, but I just needed to get that off my chest. Peace out hombres. I'll post some happy stuff soon.
