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| Face Timing with Ava on Father's Day. |
Binne,
Here is Callie's Point of View on summer thus far:
So recently Mom and I have been going on bike rides. And last Monday we went on a bike ride around the neighborhood by TMS. and while we were there, we saw one of our friends from lake pow. so we talked to him for a while. then later on in the week we road down to the food trucks, and ate at the Grassy Cow. I know it doesn't sound appealing, but it was pretty good! mom and I shared a burger, and we were still full. we also went to the movie theater and saw In the Heights. it's like Hamilton, but Better. and Shorter. We saw the play Moana at TVT. Mom guessed right that a Magelei would play Moana. we also road down to the library, I got The last voyage of Poe Blythe. and No I did not choose it because the main character's name is Poe. but because I liked the author. so ya! we have been biking. love you and miss you.
Callie
Market on Main
It is true, we have been enjoying summer evenings on our bikes. The Market on Main is back in full swing. As the sun set, Graham, Callie, and I started walking back to our bikes when a gal asked for the time. "Nine o'clock," I told her.
She replied, "So, can you?"
"Excuse me?"
"Can you help me?"
How did I get that she was asking for the time when she was really asking for help? "Sure!" I told her. She is a face painter and subsequently had bags of brushes and supplies to haul across the park to her car. We each picked up a bag and started walking. I had so many questions for her, such as how long has she been face painting? How is it going? Is this her usual spot? How did she get all her supplies set up?"
She said, "I just asked someone for help like I did with you."
From a do-it-all-myself kind of gal, I found this fascinating.
As we walked to the bikes, G and C asked how I knew that lady. I told them that I didn't. They said that they assumed that from the way we were chatting that I knew her well. In truth, I didn't know her any better than the guy selling water-bottle stickers-we chatted it up with him too.
It's a good Town.
The Pool is Cool
I still have been going to the pool nearly every day. Besides the regulars, I usually meet someone new. Everyone has a story to tell. Some stories are so complicated, layered, and deep that there are times we tear up—right there in the pool. Last Friday, the competition pool was closed for the National Water Polo Championship. There was a team gathered out front in a concentrated huddle. The huddle broke just as I tried to pass. They were headed one way, I the other. Talk about a fish trying to swim upstream. It wasn't till I was inside that I realized my class was canceled. I tried out Zumba in the other pool. Eh. Lots of complicated footwork (impossible in water) and lots of water slapping in my direction—like I was in a flabby-armed car wash.
Clubbin'
Book Club. I missed last month due to Gray's Graduation. I guess one lady had knitted bookmarks for all. She probably didn't remember that I wasn't there because she didn't offer me one, which is fine since I only have time to listen to the audio each month. My friend Ann—that you know—said that when her husband sees her reading a novel, he tells her that he thinks it's a waste of time. I told her that she should say to him, "If you think my novel is a waste of time, wait till you see my bookmark!"
YC!
I went on visits one night with Dad last week. We got six families in. Again, everyone has a story. Back at the church, I helped Dad move the tents from the youth trailer into the shed. They are heavy. I quipped, "Bet you are glad I eat my spinach every day!"
He was getting things organized for Youth Conference. They went back to Moab—like we did a few years ago, but they did totally different things. Our catastrophe was the hike in 104° heat, theirs happened on the river. The guide steering Dad's raft (along with 11 others) turned sideways and "taco'd a rock"— how they described it. Then around the bend came an equally unruly raft of twelve more. It hit their raft, flipped over (dumping everyone out) before floating on. The only way to get their own raft free was to jump ship. The sides of Dad's life vest weren't secured, so it went up too high on his shoulders, and he had a hard time coming up for air. Thankfully, they all made it out okay. I think I'll take our catastrophe! Graham isn't a big outdoorsy guy, but I think it's good to experience it all. He, fortunately, was in a raft that had gone ahead and so he missed the whole thing. Apparently, his group was only wondering what was taking so long because they were waiting for their sandwich bread, which miraculously arrived dry and unsmooshed.
Fadder's
The Sunday before, when the Primary kids got up to sing for Father's Day, Grayson asked Callie why she didn't go up. "I'M NOT IN PRIMARY!" She reminded him. Then as the boys got ready for Youth Conference, he asked why she wasn't going. "I'M NOT OLD ENOUGH!" That day I thought I'd surprise the brethren with those mini pies from Walmart. However, the Primary was already handing out jerky. Double love turned into double trouble. I'll call that my pie debacle.
Gamin'
I haven't taken my phone on many of these outings so I don't have photo documentation. Besides, Dad got me and the babes apple watches, which do all that a phone does, except for the picture thing. As he was getting them set up, Grayson came into the kitchen, "So, can I suppose that the reason I'm not getting a gift is that I am leaving on my mission?" Did he forget that he just set up his new phone for said mission? (Oh, I am glad yours is working out as well!)
Everyone has stayed pretty busy this summer, for which I am grateful. In fact, there was a day last week where the boys were downstairs playing a video game together. They were laughing and chatting. Because they keep themselves productive with good things most of the time, this carefree moment was music to my ears. Last summer together!
We are rarely all home together at dinnertime. Grayson came home from work one night, late. I hollered, "There is fish in the fridge."
He seemed disappointed as he mumbled, "I want cow."
I'll borrow a phrase from Julie Child that I came across as I read (listened to) My Life in France, "No excuses, No explanations!"
