We attempted to wrap things up.
It takes a few weekends to get everything going in the spring, and a couple weeks to get it all put away at the end.
This is what we were endeavoring to do here, though the mess definitely gets worse before it gets better.
Why do we have all these bottles of French dressing, not opened? Three five pound bags of sugar? (What is the meaning of this?) And as ever, why so many plastic containers, and why do the containers and lids not match?
In the middle there is a pan of Christmas Gingerbread from last year that got buried in the freezer and was recently exhumed. I brought it to the lake this weekend to get rid of it. They made a good job of it.
After I got thoroughly sick of finding random mouse crap and cleaning, we abandoned that and went back to the field to the swing set for a while, burn off some energy while the laundry churns.
They were all bopping around in the pontoon boat stored away, which is fine, but don't touch any hot mufflers or pipes or anything sharp, and okay now. Quit fooling around and let's get out of here.
Trailer vacuumed and scrubbed and ready to take to storage:
These guys, this trio of foolishness, or perhaps quartet now, including the baby sister with the big brown eyes:
A nephew-uncle photo staged for dramatic effect:
Dock was out so fast. Boom. Done.
And that is the end of that.
More work next week, but we're on our way.
Summer 2016?
You were a friend, and we thank you for that.
Love, Val and Everybody.
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