It's true, April 15th was two weeks ago. Fifteen days, to be precise. But lucky for me, the Tax Season doesn't wrap-itself up-and-out-of-my-life until April 30th. Today is April 30th and I plan to dance a jig, or at least I plan to dance a make-believe jig that I made up.
I might even yell "Eureka!"
This Tax Season was particularly taxing. Before last Sunday, I had all of one (1) day off. My one (1) day off was the day before Easter. Note that my day off didn't include Easter. But, realistically, I'm a mom and moms don't get days off, so realistically, it didn't really matter if I got a day off, realistically. Before you start to feel bad for me (for making others feel pity for me is this blog's sole purpose) note that my work days are not full days. Each of my work days, other than my one (1) day off, included at least 1.5 hours of work. I believe the average was 30 hours a week.
Now. Thirty hours isn't bad. Plenty of people work more than 30 hours a week. Most people at least pretend to work 40 hours a week. Heck, plenty of people work 60 hours a week. Back in my day, I worked 60 hours a week -- and that was real work because it was before the internet and let's just face it -- looking busy before the internet was waaaay hard. Just kidding. We had the internet.
Please remember that I'm a mom. As is mentioned above, and as I insist on reminding any and everyone around, being a mom is a full-time job. With no days off. I'm a slacker mom, however, so my full-time mom job is not as full-time as other full-time mom jobs.
Where the hell am I going with this? I seriously cannot remember. Oh yeah! Sunday. And Eureka! On Sunday of last week, I got my second (2nd) day off. A whole second (2nd) day off! And as if having a full day off from work wasn't enough, it was also Steak Conference. (Steak Conference is where several LDS wards get together and eat Steak.) We rarely do Steak Conference. Mostly it's because Megan is a vegetarian and in honor of our beloved Megan, we refrain from Steak Conference.
No Work + No Church = All Day of Play!
But what do we do?
I'll tell you what we did! We got in the car (actually the truck) with a map of Utah, and ended up in Eureka! Did you know that Eureka is not where Eureka vacuums are made? I can be so gullible. But here are some facts about Eureka: There are 19 states in the U. S. of A. with a city named Eureka. Utah's Eureka was a town founded by a gold and silver mining boom -- hence the exclamatory reference in its namesake. Them miners rolled into town, struck gold and hollered "Eureka!" Either that or it was the end of the Tax Season, so they danced a make-believe jig and yelled "Eureka!" Which is precisely what I done.
Before the miners came to town, it was called Ruby Hollow.
We found a few "do not enter" mining properties outside of town, but it appears as if not much happens downtown. The only working industries are the liquor store and the fire department/paramedics. (Perhaps there's a lot of drinkin' and fire startrin'!) The 2000 census counted its residents at 766.
Here's the photo montage: