On Saturday Abe had to get up early so he could drive Lydia to Thanksgiving Point’s Garden Room for Lydia’s harp recital. The harps had to be there by 9am, rehearsal started at 10am, pictures were at 12:30, and the recital started at 1pm. It was a marathon. As Abe sat there sleepily working on his computer at 9am, the teachers tuned the harps.
“That’s right,” he thought to himself, slightly smug. “You made me haul the harp up here this early–you go ahead and tune that harp!”
When he told me this thought, I laughed. Tuning the harp is a chore that doesn’t isn’t performed as often as it should be in our house.
While Abe and Lydia were gone, the kids and I visited the Provo Farmer’s Market in search of Italian plums. There weren’t any! This is the first September since moving to Utah that we have not had plum torte yet, and I suppose it won’t happen at all this year.
Abe and Lydia picked the rest of us up and tried to get back in time for pictures. We were a little late–eep. At that point, Abe was starving because he hadn’t had breakfast or lunch, and so we tried to pick up something before the recital. We ended up missing Lydia’s first piece, but luckily we got to hear the rest. It was a group recital where all of the harpists play together, so it wasn’t like we missed her solo (this is how I comforted myself).
After the recital, we went to the Fall Harvest Festival at Thanksgiving Point. We got there just in time to see a pumpkin break the state record. It weighed 1,066 pounds! While we were there, the girls got their faces painted.
Then we headed over to Cornbelly’s. It was cold and rainy, but we were determined to get our money’s worth and so we stuck it out. We all had a great time.
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Then we went to Kneaders. The house got cleaned on Friday, and we were highly incentivized to keep it that way. We finally figured out that if we just never live there, the house will stay clean.