Saturday...

Yesterday was a work day.  It was a beautiful day, pleasant and warm; which meant a "get the yard cleaned up day".  Lindon will haul away all your leaves if you bag then and drag them to the curb.  We removed 135 pounds of leaves from the yard- 8 overstuffed, big, black garbage bags full. 

Every year we do this, but this year I was a bit more annoyed about having to clean up the leaves than in the past.  My next door neighbor is a nice man with some quirks.  Back on October 28, I was getting the mail and he pulled curbside.  During the previous night, there'd been quite the wind storm.  So Mr. Neighbor greets me with, "So are you happy today?"  Not knowing what he was getting at, I replied, "Sure."  He then went on to say something along the lines of "Good, because the wind last night blew all my leaves onto your property and now you get to clean them up," and then he laughed and drove off.  I looked over to the part of our property closer to his, and sure enough, we had a mountain of leaves to deal with.  His yard was bare.  Mr. Neighbor has a maple tree and about 6 aspens planted essentially on the property line.  The trees magically slant onto our property.  Every year we are cleaning up his trees' leaves, but this year we also got to clean up the leaves that happened to fall on his yard and then were blown into ours.  I loved the way Mr. Neighbor acknowledged that his leaves were now in my yard and then laughed as he told me they were now my problem.  I do not get him.  Sometimes he's such a nice and kind man, and then at times he's so rude, whiny, and weird.  So, leaves were the Saturday morning project. 

Saturday afternoon I decided to deal with the storage room.  Storage rooms are a good "idea" but take quite a bit of discipline to keep them organized.  The room had turned into a "chuck the stuff on a shelf and shut the door" kind of place.  It was time to sort it out.  I made a huge mess doing so.

However,several hours later, multiple trips to the trash can and recycling cans, and tons of stuff boxed up for DI, I put it all away.  The room is organized.  It looks "nice" for a storage room.  You can walk into the room without needing to follow a path... you could dance in it, if you wanted to.  It feels so good to get "stuff" organized.

While I was battling the storage room, Dan took Miles on his first fishing trip.  That gave me hours of uninterrupted work time.  As my organizing project was entering the "clean it up phase" I heard Miles come in.  I called to him and he came downstairs.  He brought his "friend" with him and was so excited.  All I could think was "go wash your hands!" 

He loved his catch.  He decided that it needed to go swimming. 

Guess there's a tub that needs to be disinfected now.  Miles' friend is now in a more appropriate place... in the freezer with his other buddy.

As a reward for the manual labor day, we watched 3 episodes of Duck Dynasty.  Great way to end a day!