When we moved into our house six years ago, there was already a neat tree house in the back yard. Our only daughter is already grown, but the nephews and neices love to play in it when we have get-togethers. My favorite memory is of my nephew Angus, a budding comedian, performing "Comedy Hour" from the tree house with his audience seated on the back deck. Patty's favorite is of nephew Christopher's birthday party: We sat him in a chair under the railing and lowered his gifts down to him one by one with a rope and pulley.
I've always wanted to haul a sleeping bag up there and spend the night. For six summers I've thought about it. Geez, you'd think I could have made it happen just once. Now the opportunity's gone forever. Coupla weeks ago I tore it down to make room for the new garage. Just another example of the importance of seizing opportunities and taking time to really live life. Damn.
During the teardown, I took a break and rode over to pick up some stuff at the LBS. On the way back, I rode by one of the Olmsted Triangle Parks - the one where 25th intersects with Garfield. If it's not the smallest park in Spokane, it's gotta be a very close second. Nobody every goes there. What the hell. It's a great little park and I've had this idea for a while that I need to organize a bike picnic there. Bikes only. If you drive a car, you have to park two blocks away and walk. Now I just need a cargo bike worthy of hauling a grill, some buns & burgers and one of those mini Heineken kegs. Or make friends with someone who already has one. Hmmm.
The lonely, littlest-sister-in-Manito's-shadow . . . it would make her day. Next summer for sure . . . not gonna let this one get away.
Tree house sleepover deleted. Bike picnic at Olmsted Park added. Bucket list updated.