At some point in time, not terribly long ago, Grandmom and Pop's house affectionately became known as "Camp Grandmom." I can't remember exactly how it happened, though I think we came up with the name when Nannie went to stay there while we were away on vacation. To make ourselves feel better about leaving her behind for a week, we tried to put a postive spin on it-- Nannie was going to camp, her own fun get-away, with Grandmom as her primary counselor! Anyhow, the name stuck, and now, whenever we make a trip to the mountains, we always refer to our final destination as Camp Grandmom. Over the river and through the woods we go, until voila, we're there!
Since mom and dad only live a couple hours away, we usually get to their house on a fairly regular basis, but due to the boys' swimming schedule this summer, we haven't been able to make the trip once. Fortunately, my conference this past weekend coincided with a swim-meet-free Saturday, and as a result, we were all able to head for the hills. It actually turned out to be the perfect time to go because, as you'll see, a huge project is currently underway at mom and dad's--- the addition of a multi-level deck off the back of their house. And for those of you who have (or ever have had ) little boys, you know that construction sites are just about the coolest things on earth. There were small ladders and big ladders, ropes and tarps; hammers and nails and screws and clamps. And even better than that, there were power tools, almost every kind imaginable-- electric drills and screwdrivers, nail guns and saws, an air compressor and sanders... you get the idea. It was a young man's paradise!
Mr. Weaver, the gentleman responsible for building this awesome structure, was very patient with the boys and even encouraged their participation in a few of the steps. Thank you, Mr. Weaver, for remembering what it's like to be a little boy and for understanding their deep desire to help!
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