Bright and early Saturday morning (I "slept in." I was up by 7:00 AM.) my mom and I drag our little chair project out to the garage.
My parents were in town for Labor Day weekend. Although they live in North Carolina most of the time, their beauuutiful house in Marianna hasn't sold, so they stop from time to time.
I love going to visit them.
There's no internet/cable at their house, so I was going to write a post about "unplugging" and "relaxing" for a weekend. But, that post never happened. Mostly because hanging out with my parents is not exactly relaxing. I love it, but I think you have to grow up with it to really appreciate the types of entertainment we enjoy.
I arrived pretty late Friday night (sans Cory. Cory can't "unplug" when mountains of online homework beckon. He made his appearance on Sunday)
My parents had been driving all day long, and you'd expect to find them tired. Not so.
When I walk up to the house I hear the gentle hum of machinery coming from the garage. Dads busy.
Then, my mom is in the kitchen juicing a million weird grapes, while simultaneously tearing apart my newest trashy treasures in preparation for our weekend reupholstery project.
Friday night thrills, yes? Yes.
|11 quarts of weird grape juice. Almost FOUR gallons. She's good. Very good.|
My Dad tsks and shakes his head. Endearingly, I'm sure. "You've always got a project going, dontcha Ruthie? Can't just leave it alone? Tsk."
This, from the man who spent all night and morning underneath the lawnmower.