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I am finishing up my two day work week to jump into a conventional two day weekend.  I am already thinking about the work that needs to get done. Summer lawn maintenance is always time intensive.  When you add in working around the periods of time when there is standing water in certain areas, it is just a big pain in the ass.  I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t looking at ways to lessen my responsibility load. The older I get, the more it wears away at me. Every time I trudge around the soggy property this feeling returns.

This weekend is the memorial service for Mark.  He helped and was loved by so many I am sure there will be a ton of people at the service.  On my way in I recalled that when we had the memorial service for my mom back in 2014, Mark and his wife were there, which I didn’t expect but was an example of what he was all about, caring about people.  If you told me at that time that seven years later I would be attending a memorial for Mark I would have never believed you.  I have said many times how tragic it is that most of us just bounce around day in and day out without really appreciating the time, people, opportunities, and experiences we have been given, not acknowledging that at any point that time can come to an end.

I got some potentially good news regarding my upcoming Tesla purchase.  Biden signed an executive order regarding EV’s that would reinstate the federal tax credit on Tesla’s and all other EVs for the foreseeable future.   In the framework that was laid out the minimum credit would be $7500 which was the maximum with the old plan.  If you buy an EV that is made in America another $2500 is plopped on top and if the car is made by a company with a union workforce, yet another $2500 is added on top!  Tesla is a non-union shop so that means my tax credit would “only” be 10k.  If this actually works out for my upcoming Model Y purchase it would be incredibly opportune timing.

Today is my niece Caroline’s birthday.  It seems insane that she is already well into her teens, on the cusp of being a young adult.  It’s another byproduct of the blinding speed that time passes with each year you spend on the planet.