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Clean House and El Capitan (50/60)


As the cousins were leaving, we cleaned house (and did it ever need it . . . and it's still not quite done).  There is nothing quite so satisfying as cleaning a truly messy/dirty house.  The stark difference between the two--dirty and clean--is so sharp a contract that there is nothing but satisfaction when you walk (or are finally able to walk) across clean carpet and a freshly swept and mopped floor.  I think all of us feel this sense of relief and peace when order is restored.  Yes, I am crazy.  And I do love a clean house--but even more than that, I love a house full of joyful noise of people I love.  So it's a double joy--having my loved ones around and once they leave, enjoying the joy of order being restored once again.

I think I may possibly be on the spectrum after writing this . . . but lets be honest . . . aren't we all?

After the great cleaning . . . we brought two cousins up to their dad and found Henry and Chloe to feast on Sushi Burrito and then Pips and Finn stayed up in SLC to explore and sleep over with the Marrieds.

John and I came back home.

John finished up some work and I went for a walk with a friend through paths of changing leaves and up and down hills and through roads with old houses and happy people.  I honestly kept saying, it's a good to be alive day.  This weather is PERFECT!  I felt slightly like Meg Ryan in the movie French KIss where she's walking around France throwing up her arms, yelling BEAUTIFUL! to everything she sees.  I was throwing up my arms (literally) yelling, It's a perfect day!  Perfect!

Life DOES imitate art.

Then we finished up our night by watching . . . 
Free Solo (2018)

And I'm going to be honest . . . I loved it! 

Like go out an watch it today!  Only, be prepared to have clammy hands and feet and your pulse rate to go through the roof like sixteen times.  

It's not just about climbing . . . it's about Alex and life and love and friendship and how crazy our lives are and what drives us.

And now I'm going to bed and I'm going to try and find the most boring book ever to calm myself down.

(And that didn't work . . . Phoebe just called to say she and Jake broke down on the freeway--Jake's car we think had it's alternator fail.  Life it turns out, is never boring)

And it's a new day . . . Happy Saturday!
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