Most American young adults (we still qualify) live for Saturday nights. They've had Friday night to recover from their work week, they don't have to be anywhere too early Sunday morning - Saturday night is the night of freedom. All over the world, people look forward to spending Saturday nights out on the town - in one form or another - with at least one person they like, and if they're lucky, love. Some enjoy the movies, others romantic dinners, live music, coffee shops, dancing, dinner at friends houses, drinks, the ballet, a comedy show, window shopping, etc.
But we're a little different. We don't like the weekends much, as there are more people in the woods, at the crags and on the roads (and somehow they've forgotten how to drive in the snow since last week when it snowed).
Our Saturday was spent running some errands and then running one of our favorite trails. Brandon was disappointed that his adrenaline was only elevated slightly today by an encounter with a thorn bush. The testimony of his legs lead me to believe the bush won. Our Saturday evening has consisted of leftover BBQ ribs, eaten around 5pm - an appropriate geriatric hour. I'm certain I've killed a fair amount of time doing something. And Brandon, is sharpening things.
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| Brandon Sharpening Things |
For the past hour and a half he has sat on the living room floor with a file and the crampons, making a noise akin to nails on a chalkboard and the wail of a dying baby bunny.
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| Brandon Almost Finished with his Front Point |
This ladies and gentleman, is our standard, geriatric Saturday night. I can't tell you how much I love it!!
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