Weekend

Saturday afternoon, Adam and I were chipping away at our to do lists.  I went downstairs and he said, "I wish there was a lake or river we could go swim in."

Then he asked, "Are you looking for something to do?"

I replied that I was going to go water the plants on the front porch.  I rarely need to look for things to do.  They find me.

He said, "I want to go do something fun."

I said, "I'm going to go water the plants."

And that is our marriage in two sentences.

As I filled up the watering can, I thought, we should go do something fun. Why not?

I told Adam, "Let's go!  Except I don't know what we could do.  I'm not very fun. "

He said, "I am."

I got my sandals and water bottle (after I watered the plants).  I asked, "Where are we going?"

Adam said, "I don't know.  Somewhere."

Another two sentences that pretty much sum us up.

We asked Mark if he wanted to go do something fun with us and he said his friends were already on their way over.

Adam wanted to follow the American Fork river.  It is usually a calm little stream rather than a river, but lately it's rushing with a lot of water.  Adam weaved around streets, finding the places where it went under the road.  We chatted and enjoyed the early evening.  We followed the river down a road towards the lake and there were big signs and a barrier across the road.  ROAD CLOSED.

Adam said, "Do you think we should just keep going?  Other cars are."

I said, "No.  It's closed."

We are yin and yang, I tell you.

He said, "I'm going to do it." Then, "No, I'd better listen to my wife."

We went to the Provo river.  (There was a riparian theme.)

I wanted to walk along the shaded trail where we like to go along the river but Adam was exploring.  He drove to another trail head, closer to the lake and we started to walk along it.  It is in a place where the river is diverted and the trail goes along the old river.  There is still water there, but it's mostly stagnate.  There was a lot of cotton from the trees.  It was pretty quiet and empty and it felt eerie.

It made think of Miss Havisham's room in Great Expectations.

We drove to downtown Provo and whenever we do that, we declare how much we love downtown Provo and that we should sell our house and buy one of the old houses on its tree lined streets, but then we remember that Adam works in Salt Lake City.

We went to JJs for dinner.  It is a little burger place with inexplicable black and white pictures of Marilyn Monroe on the walls with a few Audrey Hepburn pictures as well.  They have nothing to do with a little burger place in Provo, but we like it there.  It was hopping with families with loud little kids.  (It's a good family place because the burgers are $3.). There was a TV showing a Cornhole competition and while we were waiting for our food, I noticed that several people were entranced by the TV.  In a surprise to no one, Adam soon became entranced as well.  He quickly figured out the scoring and pretty soon I was interested as well.

Who wakes up one morning and decides to be a Cornhole competitor? They had sponsors and a TV announcer who was riveted to the action.

As we were leaving, a guy was sitting at a table, watching the TV.  Adam said to him, "It's addicting isn't it?"

The man replied, "I didn't even know about this game!"

Cornhole.  Bringing people together.

When we got home, Adam read online about the Provo River being diverted.  He found out all about the project and why it was being done and when it was set to be completed.

He has more curiosity in his little finger than I do in my whole body.

But that guy knows a lot of stuff as a result.  And I have fun with him even when it is just following rivers.