The colors aren’t as bright as they should be, but it’s still beautiful in the Foothills.
I’m trying really hard to move on from our vacation, but darn it. I don’t want to. My head is still in the clouds, which is completely unhelpful because I’ve been trying to read about psychoanalytical theory for five days now and nothing is registering in my brain. (Did I mention how much I dislike Literary Theory? And what exactly does Freud’s argument about penis envy have to do with anything at all?) November is nearly here and that means I will have a very, very small presence online. November is National Novel Writing Month and I’m participating. By the end of November, I hope to have at least 50,000 words of something substantial. (Who wants to do my Literary Theory homework in November? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?)
Back to something more exciting, here is a compilation of less than 100 photos out of the nearly 1,000 I took on our trip. It’s time to move on from it, but I figured it would be fun to make a video.
And lastly, HOW BOUT THEM VOLS!?!? Seriously, people, we are so excited about the win over South Carolina on Saturday. We needed this win to carry on with our lives in a decent manner. We did not watch the game in real time but instead recorded it on the DVR. At one point I went upstairs to whip together a quick batch of cookies and forgot that we weren’t watching the game at the same time as everyone else. So I haphazardly checked Facebook. Once I read that the Vols won, I grabbed my camera so I could record the reaction at the end. We had friends over, so the room erupted when Palardy kicked the winning field goal.
All is well in Big Orange Country.
The boys and I got out of the classroom yesterday morning to look for feathers. We’re studying flying creatures in Zoology, and since feathers are a defining characteristic of flying creatures, it made sense to see what we could see about them. With the dog in tow, we went to the duck pond to feed the masses and then explore the perimeter of the water’s edge.
We woke up to rain this morning, which means the boys will be bouncing off the walls by noon. While wishing for dry weather, I remembered that I had a slew of photos to post from the weekend.
One of the things that makes Jeremy fantastic is his love for nature and animals. I’d love to say that it’s because we’ve raised him that way, but that logic wouldn’t hold for Jackson. (He needs books and air conditioning, please.) No, Jeremy was just born with an innate appreciation for the outdoors, so when we spent Sunday afternoon in the mountains I grabbed him for some one-on-one time to see what we could see.
Sidebar: Chuck and I joined the Smart Phone Club again with very limited service to the interwebs, which was intentional. The best part about upgrading my cell phone from a 1985 model is having the ability to take amazing photos.
Here are a few shots I took at the river with my
little soon-to-be-ten-year-old explorer.
But not all at once.
Our week with Jacob ended with a rainy Fourth of July Hurry-Up-and-Light-the-Sparklers extravaganza. The weather was dreadfully wet, but we managed to squeak out a quickie-canoe trip on the river on Wednesday and one more swim on Thursday before storms forced us inside for the rest of the day.
Then we swam to Dayton, Ohio, to swap Jacob for Jeremy, and swam back to our house Saturday evening. I’m so over the rain and I miss Jacob. Whether he realizes it or not, the true gift of this week was having my 12-year-old nephew all to myself.
He’s a great kiddo.
At the end of the week I asked Jacob to rank his favorite things from his time in Tennessee. No. 1 was time spent in the river, which I expected. No. 2, however, was a pleasant surprise. He said he really enjoyed the pets. That makes sense, though, since he and Salem were best buds every night during movie time. (Major was mostly tolerable, which is pretty good considering…) In third place, for those wondering, was all the food he enjoyed eating with his non-vegetarian aunt Jennie. We ate well and often. Nature and food = Tennessee.