We spent the weekend with my Uncle and Aunt in the small town of Emmett ID, getting spoiled with regular showers, good food and Uncle Rich working on our brakes. We even got to see the Certified Emergency Response Team they head and help park cars at a historic home tour. With the fate of the small community in his hands, Isaiah got his Jack Bauer on. No, rather he lounged seated in the shade only moving to occasionally and nonchalantly point in the general direction of the parking lot. My job was to guide cars into their actual parking spots and involved standing for hours in the sun, taking a bath in gravel dust and having to put up with some seriously confused people. I mean I am pointing with a bright orange wand, in daylight, waving cars in like a third base coach with a lit charcoal in his pants and they can't seem to figure out which way to go. Note the two other navigational options were straight into a barn or left off a bridge and into water. Now you will know why, when you are next at an event, why the dude in the parking lot looks like he's trying to help land a plane.
Some highlights from the weekend were peacock and quail viewings and Isaiah getting to try a buffalo burger (I did not merely try, I with ease and relish finished, thank you).
But the real thank you goes to Aunt Bonnie and Uncle Rich, for everything.
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