More old-fashioned fun

Hey. Hi there. Remember me? 

So much time and so little to do ... wait, reverse that.

I've been on all kinds of adventures and our dance card is still full. Some fun, happy stuff (being part of our dear friends' wedding) and some hard stuff (beginning the process of getting my mom's house in the Sierra-Nevadas ready to sell). There's other stuff, too — I mean, when does life ever really slow down? We've been running break neck from one momentus event to another. Even through the chaos, we make sure to take time to smell the roses.

While in California cleaning out my mom's house*, we took an afternoon off. We travelled up to the campground where my family spent almost all of my childhood vacations and the place we spread my dad's ashes. It's a magical place. Margaret and her two cousins — who act more like siblings when they are together — were able to forget all their differences for a moment to enjoy a good old-fashioned rope swing over a deep part in the river.

Look at the pure, unadulterated glee on their faces:

*Let me insert here my new-found mantra: Don't save stuff. Seriously. Get rid of anything that is not immediately useful. Trust me.