First day of fall

Today is the first day of fall and it’s raining outside.

Raining day in Provo

I have the back door open so I can hear the thunder. It seems like a good night to have a cup of tea and watch a good movie, but there are photos to edit. I love what I do, but it sure would be nice to just sit here and listen to the rain. 

Amy was gone for a couple days for a women’s conference with friends. I stayed home with the boys. The first day did not go so great. I was too harsh when they took too long to clean the front room and also when they didn’t do a very good job cleaning the front room, and then again for their resistance when I told them to go back and clean the front room. You gotta pick your battles, they say, and I don’t want to stand my ground on having a clean front room at the expense of souring our relationship. Lesson learned.

Today went far better. I kept telling myself love was the most important thing. Love was the answer. Then I drove to the market and bought some ingredients for each boy to make their own pizza for lunch. After yesterday, I was going for father of the year, but have you ever made your own pizzas? We could go out for pizza every night for a week for the amount of money I spent for lunch. The pizzas were good, though, and they boys were pleased as punch about getting to make their own pizzas, and they loved me, again, and man, you can’t put a price on that. Oh, wait. Yes you can. $70. 


Two days ago it was 85 degrees. Tomorrow it will be 50 degrees and raining. But I didn’t have a wedding to photograph two days ago, and I do tomorrow. That’s the way it goes, I guess, unless you live in Southern California. Rain and 50. After all, today is the first day of fall.