“There is profundity to explore, but also laundry to do.” ~Bruce Feiler, The Council of Dads: My Daughters, My Illness, and the Men Who Could Be Me
This past weekend we actually had plans. We rarely have plans but, since we did, there was, of course, a major catastrophe. Last Wednesday my washer died. I thought it was a small, fixable injury but it wasn't. And, of course, there were no clean clothes. So on Thursday I did a massive amount of laundry at my neighbor's house (God bless her). And on Friday we took off to Eastern Oregon.
We went to Kahneeta, swam and played and had a very good time. Here's a picture of Alex at Kahneeta:
Then we went to my Uncle's house. My cousin Dennis leaves for the Navy at the end of the month. Here is a picture of him with my Uncle John (his Dad) and our Great Uncle Bill. My beautiful Great Aunt Joyce is in the background:
Here's a picture of Alex playing with corn cobs (gross, gross, gross). You had to hold onto your corn because he would take it away before you were done if you weren't watching:
Here's a picture of Mom and Mark and me that I like because we're all smiling:
And here's a picture of the whole family (everyone who counts that is, there are others but they didn't show up for the festivities so I've crossed them off my Christmas list):
No, I'm not crying. I don't know why it looks that way.
And, finally, here's a picture of the new washer we bought when we got home: