But just because Karyn isn't here doesn't mean that we can't continue the blog with the same breakneck speed that she so religiously dedicates herself to.
When Karyn's out of town, we engage in crazy behavior and wild times. Specifically, we ride public transportation, this time the train to Salt Lake. This was Anna's first time on the heavy rail line; Grace and I rode it once before. We went with Peter and his parents, whose names escape me for the moment. Everyone under the age of 9 got to get a new book. Everyone over the age of 9 got to pay for the new books and lunch.
A few days before this, I got to go with Anna's 2nd grade to Kennecott's Bingham Canyon Mine, the largest man-made excavation on the entire planet. It was rainy/snowy cold and windy and it was hard to see the other side of the big hole (which is over two miles away), and almost as hard to see the bottom (which is almost a mile down). I suggested driving the school bus down there, but if you consider the size of the other trucks in the mine you realize that there's a reason the school bus shouldn't be in the mine. The big scoops could quite literally and quite easily pick up the entire bus with plenty of room left over for copper ore.
The next day was swim day for the entire school, one grade at a time. I went with Grace's kindergarten class with a few other parents (Karyn was at the yarn shop for the day). I was one of two dads, which meant the two of us got to oversee the kindergarten boys' changing out of wet swimsuits, drying off, and getting back into clothes. There were a few missing socks and only one extra pair of underwear lying around. I didn't take any pictures. You can picture it quite clearly.
1 comment:
Good job, Adam. Aunt Joan was quite impressed that you could handle the girls on your own for the weekend. We'll have to remind her this is the 21st century.
Anyway, thanks for the time with Karyn.
MomR
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