As I sit right here, it's raining outside my window. Pelting, really. In July. And that's the truth. In fact, they just broke into Mickey Mouse Clubhouse to declare a flash flood warning just a few miles from here. Right about where that fire was a few weeks ago. The old adage about weather in Utah is sometimes ridiculously true--if you don't like the weather, wait five minutes.
I've got piles and piles to do this week and I'd rather sit right here, writing some things down, smelling the rain and enjoying The George, who has decided that his favorite place is on top of my feet, which for now has put him under my desk.
We're over half-way through the summer and I feel like we're just getting started. So much going on, so much to fit in and I'm doing my best to soak it all in. The question going through my mind, the one that gets me moving every time, is a very sassy version of my mother-self asking, "If not now, Kari, when?" It's amazing how that little thought gets me over whatever is stopping me from picking up the phone or setting the date right that moment. It's how we've kept so busy. It's how we've spent the weekends red-necking it. It's how we've all got serious tans. It's how we've got friends coming in for Pioneer Day, again. And it's making for a rather delightful summer.
While I'm keeping so busy, I'm intrigued by how much I love the camera on my phone. The quality is, obviously, not near that of the big Nikon, but it's always on me. And it's gotten me past that not-wanting-to-take-pictures phase I've been wallowing in over the last few months and back to a place where I want to pull it out and focus on the quality. I'm sorting and filing and organizing my pictures (after a panicky few days where my hard drive, the one that had my whole life after Jack--so my whole life--in it's files died and nearly killed me with it. It was all recovered and transferred to a shiney, ginormous external, but it's in serious need of some general housekeeping.) Both my phone and the computer are getting the shakedown.
So for now, I'll grab a few that caught my eye while doing all the copying and transferring and organizing . . a few highlights, if you'll allow.
Mud bathing up at Tibble Fork in AF Canyon--in leiu of facials, the boys went for the all-over body wrap. Part of The Week Of No Men series, where the two husbandless-for-the-week neighbors and I made big plans for the boys that two mothers would chaperon while one got an afternoon free. I was also involved in a day at the pool before I got a free Friday all to myself.
When it got too hot to breathe, we took advantage of Uncle Kael's condo, by hitting the pool with friends.
And making playdates that, more often than not, end up with a viewing of the current favorite, "Despicable Me!" Whaaaa?
Trips to the water park and snow cones for dinner.
Swim lessons.
Organizing other treasures.
Not nearly enough homemade peanut-butter cup ice cream. But then, the summer's not over yet.
And while I finish up all the technical work, we've got some more ice cream to make and some running to do and some water/mud somewhere calling our name. Best get back to it.
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