Can I please change this headline, seriously

I had not changed the headline to my own column for two consecutive issues. I felt stupid the first week, but the second week I had to get out of my chair and yell at myself. I damn near fired me.

Fortunately, I decided to give myself a stern talking to, accepted my own apology, and finally changed the headline for this week. But that tiny mistake is just the tip of the chaos iceberg that has been the last month of my life.

First and foremost, we are moved—at least to the point that we can do business at the new location, 305 Cedar Street in Downtown Hearne. I promised a bit of remodel tales, so here goes.

The house was painted entirely in grey and white. But not the cool kind of grey—nope, this was “pewter grey,” the sad cousin of beige, and I hate it. The natural wood floors looked like a herd of goats had been square dancing on them for a decade. And the layout had to be reimagined completely to serve as an office by day and my wife’s new home by night. Basically, HGTV would have blocked my number.

We fixed everything we could, and then—because we were clearly bored out of our minds—we bought The Silsbee Bee in Hardin County. That little maneuver meant we all hit high gear like we were training for the Daytona 500. The move had to get done, and fast.

And guess what? We’re still not done.

There’s a mountain of stuff still sitting at the old office—files, back issues, even the good copier that I swear I’ll go get before this paper hits the stands. Plus, we still have household items stored there. So weekends are now filled with packing, cleaning, and prepping for a garage sale—coming soon to 305 Cedar Street. Buy our junk. Support journalism.

Normally, summer slows down a bit. Not this year. Last weekend alone, Robertson County had five events on the same day—June 7. Why? Beats me. But turnout ranged from “meh” to “was that it?” This is what happens when events are stacked like flapjacks at a church breakfast. My advice for next year: event planners, form a group chat, hold a draft, do something. We only have three people on staff, not five. It was a stretch for us—and probably a stretch for the attendees too.

Still, I’m hopeful the rest of summer brings a little breathing room so I can finish what I’ve started and get all these spinning plates balanced. It’ll be fine. I asked God, and He said, “You got this,” and I trust Him the most.

We love the new location and want to invite everyone to a party. Don’t worry—I’ll set a date and plan something fun. The Robertson County News hasn’t had a ribbon cutting in 130 years. I think it’s time. Hot dogs, anyone?

I’ll keep this one short—I’ve got a paper to finish and a copier to rescue. Y’all have a blessed week, and I’ll see you right here next week.