Cache of Cash

Hello the blogging world!

Summer is over, which means that the months away from personal internet connection have ebbed! We have only two semesters until Mark is graduated and the proud holder of a degree!

For the summer, we lived in Price, Utah and Mark worked for Dugout Canyon Mine. We were quite impressed that despite being on fire, they decided to have Mark come to work anyways. They flooded the mine to put out the fire, and Mark got to scuba dive underground and weld some pipes and survey. Which he quite loved, a marriage of two of his favorite things. Once the zillion gallons of water were pumped from the mine, production resumed as normal for a few hours...(I cannot recall the exact period of respite and Mark is at school) when bam! There was an issue with sparks? And it caught fire again? Later it was proved that the blaze lasted 13 seconds, but hazard! And danger! The President of the United States shut down the mine. Forever. Luckily for us, the company decided to keep four people, two reclamation engineers to spiff up the countryside, and two ventilation engineers to reverse the problem and combat bureaucracy. Mark, the intern, was chosen despite his lack of actually being a ventilation engineer to fight for the cause. Lots of miners and engineers including the big bosses were shipped around the United States. This story is getting really long. In the end, production has resumed as of Monday, and everyone is very impressed with Mark, intern. Job offers galore have poured in, providing opportunities for us around the globe. So now, we settle into being homeless students. Homeless?! Yes. Our apartment doesn't become available until tomorrow morning. Oh, well that's not bad. Yes, our worldly possessions sit in the driveway of the kindly grandparents on Mark's mother's side. So that's good.

Jamie! What did you do all summer?
I'm still trying to figure that out. Perhaps when everything is unpacked I will take pictures of various projects and post them here. Most notably, I have been refining my portrait-from-a-picture drawing skills and watching Star Trek. I read a lot of books, and saw my family a lot, and Lara came to visit me. We had many traveling and "fun things to do" plans but for some reason, Mark worked every single weekend. I think he had four days off. The library and I became the best of friends. I even read the Fountainhead (don't read it) and Anne of Green Gables (I almost spelled it without an 'e'). I now have a whole notebook full of decorating-my-new-house ideas, which I will employ as soon as I buy a house. I have some ideas for paintings that I would like to do, and a fat stack of things I need to be finishing.

If you want some extra brownie points, please help us move in tomorrow. Preferable those of you with telekinesis. Thoughts of lugging that mattress up three flights of stairs makes me tired. Not that I would actually lift it, but you know. The fifth time moving in two years? Too much.