Weekend Lovin'

I had one of those weekends that won't fit in the suitcase. I am sitting on this blog, trying to zip the stupid thing closed because it won't hold all I want it to carry.
Let me begin by telling you that I love haircuts. To me, they fall under the same category as shoes - except that you don't get to change them as drastically or often.

Jamie, a mohawked girl who I met here at Westminster, got a haircut and I, lucky duck, got to watch. This is obviously the next best thing to actually getting a haircut and Reagan, the stylist, was so very nice about letting me get all up in her space with Sonya the Sony.


Just how cool is she?


She Expo-markered on a design and carved away. I hope that her day was better because she was asked to do that haircut, I know mine would have been if I were her.
And after haircuts, art supplies and very cute husky puppies, something super-cool happened.


Joshua got to town.
Not only did he get to town, but he spent the whole weekend. And we got to go to the zoo.
I stinkin' love the zoo.

The four or five year old girl watching this elephant beside us with her father insists that all elephants have cracked skin. Even if they are newborns and use baby wash. I agree with the girl, because I got to see Zurie.

There are banners all around the Sugarhouse district about Zurie, and the little dude totally deserves all those banners.

And Josh waited for me while I took pictures like the tourist I was that day at almost every single exhibit we saw. He even stood awkwardly beneath the wonderful elephant border that I wanted a picture of so that I wouldn't have to be seen taking a picture of a blank wall...


We were looking back over the pictures that I took this weekend and the look on his face set us down on the ground laughing. My stomach muscles hurt after laughing so hard and just seeing it up on the screen makes me grin.

In Salida, he and I spend most of our down time sitting with our feet in the river, watching the kayaks and kids and rafts and fishermen and walkers go on by. There is something to be said for old leisure.... the kind that doesn't expect his time to be filled with anything but nothing.


So, we found a shady spot on a hill in Sugarhouse park and watched the strollers and ice cream truck and picnic-ers go on by.


And we stacked twigs and I don't see how anyone can see anything but the perfect Sunday in that. Calvin was so very right when he told Hobbes that there is treasure everywhere.


Eventually, though, Josh had to start the drive home to be to work and I had to come back to the college and study. That's what you do when you start growing up I suppose. Just don't let's forget about there being treasure everywhere - in haircuts and zoos and parks and twigs and even in between all that.