We are one week in country as a unit, mucho progress. Picking up some Spanish, obviously. Momma McKenna here, dad arrives Friday - pool party to ensue (at someone else's pool, cause we don't have one). Here's what's been doing.
Move-in day, like the last frame of Raiders of the Lost Ark.
Move-in meal:
Me and JB taking ten.
Business trip #2, near Park City on the Provo River. I caught a 7" cutthroat trout on a fly, my first. Plated dinner for maybe 25 in a fancy backyard. I need new gear.
Bath #1.
Meal #2. Slightly more ambitious than Meal #1, testing oven at new altitude:
Last Saturday, we trekked over to Antone's for the band camp finale. Charles' son took the stage right before this was snapped, he is a bass-man. Couldn't get camera out of pocket in time, sadly. These guys are "More Cowbell", they launched right into Reaper. Mightily. I love a chubby guitarist, as a rule.
Car arriving with busted door. Two interior panels have already come unglued in the heat. We will have new wheels post haste.
Progress:
Miss Minnow vexxed by spin cycle:
Retiring to "place".
Helping outside, mostly just getting bugbit.
The garden girls:
And, doing the monkey for Grandma. She's got the whole of Miss Judy's Farm down now.
Anyone ever listen to the lyrics to "Take the Money and Run"? Jesus, had that pleasure in the shower this morning. Somebody fax that guy a cease and desist.
Getting one of those rice paddy hats this weekend. Get awesome.
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