Motoring to our picnic
The girls were so kind to clean up my entire house while I was off on an adventure last night. I got home at 3AM and walked in to the dishes all done and the floors swept clean. I climbed in bed and sadly was up with the bells chiming at 6AM. No rest for the weary. The morning involved reviewing and renewing what is ahead and then J said let’s take the boat down and bring lunch to F and S who were staining the floors of the house. So we motored down along the bayou, passing the fall foilage and came upon large white pelicans and skimmers skittering across the water. Schools of fish crowded out the sides of the bridges as if something clandestine were happening just under the surface.
We pulled up next to the gazebo and got out and had a picnic lunch. I told the story of Roy’s friend who is called Stupo and while they were duck hunting and each of them were out in the blind a crow started cawing and cawing and Stupo kept yelling, “What? I’m over here! – Over Here!” – we laughed so hard our stomachs hurt.
And then we went over the Turkish party details. Who did what, who said what, who kissed who, and all to whom. Bob had made the comment that we are all harmonious spirits and he added “Rachel’s exploring something right now.”