Weekend without the woman

This is going to take a little explaining, so, Sherman, crank up that crazy Wayback Machine: When we moved up here this week, our kids were a bit nervous about not having any friends or anything to play with. Julie thought it would be a great idea to bring James’s friend Aaron along for the first couple of days to play with the kids. It was a great idea and worked splendidly, except that we had to take him back to his family. Turns out they are quite fond of him.

This whole “taking the friend back to his family in Salt Lake“ was sort of a logistical problem though, because it meant that someone had to run a 400 mile roundtrip errand just to return Aaron. Fortunately, or unfortunately as the case may be, the garbage disposal is on the fritz, the deck needs staining, and there are a host of other tiny things that need to be done in Salt Lake, so it all ended up working out for the best.

Since Julie drove back to Salt Lake, the kids and I have been hanging out for a couple of days trying to make order of the chaos that is unpacking. The kids have made it fun, though, because every time we open a box that has some treasure that they haven’t seen for a while, they light up like Christmas. They’ll ooh and ahh about how they wondered where the toy had been, and how happy they were to have it back. I doubt I’ve had this much fun unpacking ever. I’m glad the kids have helped me out, or I would have gone crazy.

So, we really miss Julie, and we also miss groceries. I was going to go to the store yesterday, but we got involved in other things, so we didn’t make it. Julie is planning a trip to the grocery store tomorrow, so we should be back on track tomorrow.