While in Idaho last month we went to this place. Grandma took us a few years ago, and now it’s the thing we do when we are there.
Yes, allowed the Unlimited Fun. Yes, it is fun, but a different fun that I (we) are used to. It is a lot more busy and crazy that my normal day, and not sure I could do it more often. It is the special thing we do when we go.
We went straight to the go carts. Seriously? Is this allowed for kids younger than driving age? It’s the same thing than driving! No helmets? What?
Everyone was excited. Until after a turn, we’ve realized that the sun in March, in Idaho… doesn’t warm very much. It was cold.
But anyways. We had to go drive around. No matter that the next day we were driving for 9 hours back home. Way different driving, I know.Of course.
Yes, Hi Mama, I am buckled, don’t worry. Which one is the break and which one is the gas?
And went went.
Never mind I am taking pictures while I’m flying on this curvy road!
Yes, another round of driving. This time with a jacket, hats and gloves.
Are they going to drive like this when they get their driver’s license?
Now to inside a little to warm up and some loud noises….
Hitting those rats but not the cat…
Please do not climb or sit on railing. Oops… need to read the signs I guess.
OK, a few more rides.
Mark and Lucas got warned and pulled over for bumping on the curve… oh those boys…
Siena and I passed them. An easy one at least this time. And well, the last time. We didn’t want to watch them get pulled over again and get kicked out.
Two Christmases ago, the kids received a sling shot each, made especially for them by our friend. She remembered how she made them when she was growing up, and told us the stories of how her and her brothers made them, and how her mom used to get mad at them for cutting the tongue of their leather shoes, so they could make these. She has 6 siblings, so I bet their mom did get upset! (I wonder if they each cut the tongue of their own shoe, ruining 7 pairs, or if they cut both tongues of a pair, and so ruining just 3 pairs? I wonder…)
Anyway. She made Lucas and Siena a sling shot each, and apologize in advance for any damage they might cause. We loved all of it, and will take the consequences, I guess (I hope my kids are not reading this one.) This time she cut leather from a glove she had. For the elastic part, she couldn’t find a good rubber even after going to the bike shop to get a popped tired. She says the tires are not elastic enough these days, different from heydays growing up. So she had to get surgical tubing. And it works perfectly!
We liked when she told us about her stories from growing up, as much as her stories on how she was trying to make them this time, and her thinking of all the possibilities they could use these now…. here in the city, as oppose to the farm she grew up at.
The kids took their sling shot when we went for a hike here and there, but it was way more fun in Idaho.
They of course, were not throwing at anything to injure. They were rocks, rabbit and deer poop sent to the air, or to touch the water, or reach the other side of the pond. Real testing of what it could do.
I remember I used to have one too growing up. I wonder how many of us used to play with one, and how many kids today have one. It was fun to see the kids play with it and not having to worry to damage anything or anyone was a big bonus! Our friend knows us well, I guess. Thank you Linda!
I think there’s a different color palette in Idaho. Once I was looking at the pictures I realized, all the tones, the colors, and the textures I found there. So very different from what we are surrounded by here in Portland.
I like it when I notice. I wonder how much goes by unseen.
Once we had the boxes and things almost all packed away and organized from our last fair (thanks mostly to Siena), I found myself with an afternoon, free for whatever I wanted to do.
After I organized some of the fabrics in the shelf, I had been thinking about all those pieces we dyed last fall with indigo. I got them out, ironed them and figured which ones were of similar weight and quality, and what can be used for a new quilt.
Because… well you know, we needed a new quilt. Let’s just say, we didn’t have an all-blue one!
… we had the first scrimmage baseball games, but starting the season for real, this week. We are ready for some fun.
… My mom sent me these pictures of this plant she’s grown in their house at the lake. It’s the Chilean National Flower Copihue, and I’ve never seen a plant this full of flowers and so pretty. I wish I could see it in person. They are amazing flowers.
… in our neighborhood email group someone posted that they had some window guards and this was one of the pictures they posted, and thought it was funny to think of it being made in Chile (and saw it the same day my mom sent me the photos above.)
… I’ve been making a few small things, and it’s been really fun to finish them the same day. That’s as much time (and attention) I have these days.
… I cleaned out a couple of shelves in our art studio, and put (finally) all of our craft books together and somewhat in order.
But still need to tackle the sewing machine table… not sure this should allowed in anyone’s home (or sewing table!) or even published to all to see. I guess this could be titled the “What not to do with your sewing table.”
Maybe I’ll tackle this some time soon. it is just all my almost done projects, the left over blocks I can use for another project, the pieces of fabric already cut to square (in many varying sizes and types of fabric), and all sorts of widths of strips. All that could be used in some project in the future. But I guess I am not sure they need to be this handy, right?
I’ll see what I come up. Thanks for stopping by and I hope you are having fun too.
Mark, having grown up in Idaho talks about the open air, the big sky that he had growing up.
I get it, and I’ve seen it many times. It is this vastness, this tall, tall air up above us. nothing to cover it, nothing touching it, for miles.
And I do like it when I see it, when I have it, when I am surrounded by it. I like it a lot. It makes you feel small, in this huge open space. It usually comes with silence, deep silence. I like all of it too.
But I know this open space also comes with dryer, warmer days. And as oppose to Mark, I grew up with trees. I grew up with rain (lots of it), and trees, lakes and rivers (large ones.) And I love that too. It does actually feel more like home, when I have these with me. Even though I love this big, tall blue, I need green. I need water.
I think it’s funny how the place we grew up in, makes such a large impact in our lives. We were just laughing few days ago, because Mark was commenting how done he was of the rain we’ve had. He needed a break from it, and he needed it to be dry, even just for a little while. Siena and I smiled, because we both love the water. The rain. I feel like I actually need the rain in my life, and I’ll take all of it as it comes.
This is the sight to both sides of the road.
I will take this sight though. It is so beautiful. All of it. Its quiet-ness, blue-ness, dry-ness, windy-ness, dark-ness, open-ness, tall-ness. Yes, all of it. Because I know soon enough I am always coming home to my rain.