Jim has had two weeks off between the fellowship that just ended and going back to his private practice.
I need a vacation from his vacation. We will be back home soon and I might make out with our washer and dryer.
I posted this picture yesterday I took while sitting in my father in-laws backyard in Michigan.
I am not kidding when I tell you he jumped outof a boat in the river to catch a water snake. Seeing that snake wiggle back and forth through the water towards the banks made me happy that he had a net in his hand and couldn’t swim after it.
Here is Peter with his only catch from Michigan. A praying mantis. He longed to catch a newt at his Papa’s marsh but it had been so dry he was probably more likely to catch a desert lizard.
Our friends all learned to never go canoeing with me and if they do they better be faster than I am in a kayak.
The teenagersall learned that I won’t baby them, as I am an equal opportunity canoe flipper.
FYI, if you ever decide, (after flipping everyone’s canoes) to float the rest of the way down the river next to your kayak so as to foil anyone’s attempt to “get even”…DON’T!
I was on my back, not looking where I was going, with “Crazy Sarah”, (whom I had recently left canoe-less due to a water problem her canoe had after I rolled it he, he, he) when a field of underwater seaweed-garbully-gook-icky-BEsgusting-man-eating-venus-fly-trap-under-water-human-eating STUFF enveloped me.
If anyone in the entire southeast section of America heard a grown woman screaming like a baby girl relentlessly and without shame last week between the hours of approximately 4-4:30, it was me.
What you didn’t hear was our entire pack of friends laughing at me. “Crazy Sarah” was smiling her evil smile while saying, “There are probably snakes that live in that stuff too!”
I kicked in place. I was stuck like a fly in Jello with a fountain of water spewing above me from my futile swimming. I was screaming in tongues.
Crazy Sarah was probably secretly hoping to collect my bones when the carnivorous river vegetation was done with me.
Karma will always give us a good kick in the pants if we deserve it. I soooo deserved it!
The older boys have “pool noodle battled” all of their cousins in Michigan and discovered all the attention a scratch on the neck gets you when people think you have a hickey.
They also learned what a hickey is.
I cannot believe how much I have missed sharing stories. This blogging thing has really surprised me.
Thanks for letting me share,
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