So what are you doing this fine Saturday morning? I bet it wasn't what I was up to - vacuuming the lawn! Anyone? Anyone? No? It's not your typical Saturday morning activity, I know. My awesome parents (awesome picture to follow shortly) came over early this morning to help us out. For three weeks the refuse that was formerly our bathroom has been sitting in a heap on the back lawn. Troy had plans to start carting it all off to the dump one trailer-load at a time until our guardian angel sent us a card in the mail, telling us that our neighborhood clean-up would be at the end of the month. Yippeeeee! This means that starting today, we can pile all sorts of stuff in front of the house, and it will get picked up in the next 10 days or so. So, we are not rid of the pile yet, but thanks to my parents, the pile has quickly been moved from all over the back yard to a smaller pile on the curb. We did have to stop my dad from categorizing the garbage into piles by size and color (you get one guess as to where I get my OCD streak), but all in all, the job was quickly done. You can always count on my parents for that. All that was left were the crumbs of insulation and decrepit bits of dry wall. Thus the vacuuming. And now to the awesome picture. I have a goal to be like my folks when I'm nearing 70:
Next week they're leaving on a trip to go biking in Glacier National Park. I admire them so much.
And now, on to another awesome photograph. My dad just emailed me this shot, taken in1982 (!!!) of a camping trip that I don't remember in the slightest. We went to Estes Park with two other families we knew and loved in Boulder, both of whom eventually ended up in SLC as well. I have many a fond memory of dinner parties with these families. I'm sure the grownups thought the parties were for themselves, so they could sit and talk, like all boring grownups do, and what I now do, but really it was all about the kids playing for hours on end, each occasion being an epic adventure of crazy kid escapades. Anyway, it's a great picture. See if you can find me.
And now perhaps I'll consider changing out of my sweats. Sweats are very good, because you can sleep in them, then get up and put shoes on to help your very motivated parents move piles of trash, and then go straight back to lounging.