Saturday, July 25, 2015
The twenty-fourth is a big deal all around Utah, but as every holiday or occasion, there are a number of opinions and versions of commemorative activities available to Utahans, both Mormon and otherwise. We choose to hang about, put up subversive flags to remind anyone with an inclination toward reminding that the 'Saints chose to leave the US of A to come to Mexican territory for the sake of safety and freedom and all that jazz, and that the Mormons, before they became Ayn Randian "Objectivists", were an idealistic, community-centered lot of immigrants.
Chocolate Turkey chicks- a bit small and late, but we'll see how they turn out.
Wednesday, July 22, 2015
Some of the spoils of the season-
Long afternoons spent inside with the swamper blowing hard, watching the kids lounge and the toddler fall asleep in the pillows.
Green beans, fresh-picked and set on the plate.
Asher's microclimates, just right for contemplation and relaxation.
Sunday, July 19, 2015
My mom and dad came to town this week; they've been in Utah since the fourth and will leave after the twenty-fourth, so they've been guests for much longer than my mom would like, I'm sure.
We did all of the normal things- we spent time at the cabin, enjoyed time at the house, went out to pizza, and showed them how to live without going to a store or mall or balloon festival for a few days. Not sure if our influence is good, bad or just plain aggravating, but they keep coming back from time to time.
Wednesday, July 15, 2015
Friday, July 10, 2015
Sunday, July 5, 2015
The days are passing digressively more quickly as I get used to the summer schedule and activities, and though there is a lifetime of things to do and three lives full to accomplish every day and into the evening, I don't get enough done. You ever felt that way? Yeah. I know.
What's next? More family, dogs, and floors that need to be refinished but aren't because it's more fun to be with my family and dog.
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