Monday, July 25, 2016

June, July...

I completely lost track of weeks, schedules, and activities the moment we closed on our house.  Ever since then, it's been one big sea of boxes and more boxes, followed by packing paper and endless problems over where to store things in our smaller, new house.  This is not the first time in my life when I've wished I didn't love my ancestors so much.  But I do.  I cherish their books, their records, photographs - both on my side and Greg's.  In some instances, love can be measured - and believe me, I know the weight of it, because I can total the size in boxes.  I'm starting to wonder what's going to happen to these things when I'm gone.  I hope my children care a little.

But back to the past few weeks -

We tried to take lots of breaks from unpacking.  We have moved into a spectacular ward.  My children have already found a network of close friends within biking distance of our house.  I love this.  I have been praying for this.  But this also becomes a burden when I'm trying to get things accomplished and the only thing my children want to know is when can "so and so" come over to play?  

The windows of heaven are open right now.  

#1 - 4th of July

We went with the Horton family to see the 4th of July parade in Melba.  Both Greg and I have never been there and I think the population is around 400 people.  It was delightful!  Very small-town, home-style floats with lots of candy and zero advertisements.  We had a BBQ at our house afterwards and watched the Meridian fireworks from a very dusty parking lot at Roaring Springs Waterpark - a little bit of a let-down.  We're going to watch the Boise ones next year. 

Free Range Children
#2 - Greenbelt

The Greenbelt and my road bike did not get off to a great start. There were multiple mornings of flat tires, unpaved sections of road in the middle of nowhere, and then the final straw - I got a horrible bite while riding that made my inner right thigh swell and change color (I wear biking shorts - tight biking shorts.  How in the world did an insect get in there??).

I finally found success when I left the Greenbelt behind and took off onto country roads.  THAT was fabulous!  And I think that's where I'll stay.  We'll keep the Greenbelt for family rides on regular bikes, fishing and evening walks.   


#3 - Greg Turned 40

It was not easy coming up with something worthy of Greg's 40th birthday in the middle of a move.  Even though dinner with just the two of us would have sufficed, I really wanted to do something significant.

I found The Springs outside Idaho City on our way home from a hike and I managed to keep it a secret.  It's a spa area with large hot spring pools - beautiful scenery everywhere!  I picked up Greg from work around 5:00ish with bags of Jersey Mike's, sodas and chocolate chip cookies.  It takes about 40 minutes from Boise.  But I could have driven for days with just Greg and me sans children - peaceful talk, smiles and contentment. 

He loved the place!  I loved the place.  A fantastic birthday evening all around.         

Greg is undoubtedly the most attractive 40yr old man I've ever known.

#4 - Lavender Festival

I've never picked lavender or cooked with lavender or done anything with any type of lavender in my life.  This was a delightful learning experience in a very pretty setting.  

The farm had a dozen tents set up with everything from lavender sweet rolls to lavender plants that you could take home and start on your own.  I bought both.  And my kids were wild about the lavender lemonade.  But the funniest part was watching a few young girls in their 20s frolic through the lavender bushes in spring dresses while taking selfies.  The romanticized approach they were going for was so far from reality it made me laugh out loud.  

My kitchen smelled exotic for days!  I finally wrapped up the stems in rope and hung them upside down in my laundry room (hello, Jane Austin!!).  Pretty Girl and I will make sachets together when the petals dry.  

#5 - Big Guy at Scout Camp

His camp was at McCall.  MCCALL!!  Green with envy.  I've never been more tempted to pack my mountain bike and go surprise my son at camp. 

The campsite was called Bigfoot.  His troop's location was at the top (elevation) spot and subsequently, Our Big Guy spent many hours walking up and down hills to the activities and back to his campsite.  His days included lots of canoeing, swimming, eating, running, wilderness survival (he build a lean-to and slept under it for 3 nights!!), basketry (he brought home two very cool looking baskets), music, campfires, and preparedness - he especially ace'd the last one.

#5 - Everything Else In Between

Shakira wrote the theme song for the recent movie, Zootopia.  The lyrics have almost become our family motto lately as we try to immerse ourselves in our new home.  It helps combat the homesickness and the change.

I won't give up, no I won't give in
Till I reach the end, then I'll start again
No, I won't leave.  I wanna try everything.  
I wanna try even though I could fail.   

Our backyard path - walking home from swimming

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