A Little Boating Action, To Provide Needed Distraction

It's interesting how some weeks reek of ordinary. When life is full of the mundane, it would seem that my blog suffers from a drought brought on by boredom.

However, based on the social escapades and personal indulgences from this past week, I have a monsoon worth of experience to share. If I wasn't feeling the reality of the fact that we're uprooting ourselves from the land of all things comfortable and secure, I'd prattle on about our recent trip to the Zoo, a farewell BBQ with friends and the outings I've shared with my Mom.

I'm so full of words right now; words that I'm not sure I want to share at the moment. Rather than dissecting the complexities that define my current state of "OH MY GOSH, THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING!" I'll refrain. I'm not sure if I am brave enough to "go there" right now. Suffice it to say, the mask of denial is slipping. Moving away sucks. Sorry Dad, for using the word "sucks." But it does.

Rather than allowing myself to spiral into a pool of sadness, I will proceed to offend your retinas by sharing with you photos of our glaring white, pasty bodies; bodies that enjoyed themselves while boating this past week.Behold, the definition of cloud nine (Katie and her fiance' Brent). Andrew and I have been dethroned from our title of King and Queen of P.D.A. land. They do such a good job of inspiring love. If you're single, you may want to avoid their presence.

Typically, when a person is between skiing runs, ("runs"... does that term apply to water skiing?) someone is designated with the task of holding a bright orange flag high in the air to alert other boaters that someone is out in the water, vulnerable.Well, thanks to the blessed state of our insanely white skin, we have no need for the flag. I simply stand up and my body acts as a reflector - a blinding light, that immediately motivates anyone within a mile's radius to throw on a pair of shades and head in the opposite direction.

I'm a real asset to have when boating. Or if you were to ever get stranded on a deserted island, you better hope that someone with my shade of skin is with you. There's no need for a mirror to alert a plane, flying overhead. My fluorescent limbs accomplish this. Speaking of arms, check out this cute little monkey. She couldn't get enough of this. It's amazing how easily a child offers their trust. Eliza was adventurous. However, after her first tubing excursion, her teeth chattered for a long time. My guilty feelings melted away as she allowed me to hold and cuddle her in a towel for the duration of our boat ride.Back on shore, Henry played the part of adored Grandson and nephew flawlessly.
Eliza made friends (of course) with the other boaters who were picnicking nearby, introduced herself to their puppies, etc. Thanks Bubba for taking us up to Echo this week. We love you.