Water and Words

Time to add some vacation memories...

This time I will share all the joy we found in the water and with words.

The words were actually all my joy.  I read 2 1/2 books while we were gone that week!  It was glorious.  I love to get lost in a good book.  It rejuvenates me, relaxes me.  So I was thrilled to not only read so much, but also to read with such beauty all around me.  Here are a couple examples of the view over the top of my book:

 

is there anything much better than digging your toes in the sand while reading?

So much other fun happened in the water...

like handstands in the pool

and launching water balloons with the neighbors

and riding around on wave runners

and getting new hair-do's from riding wave runners at high speeds

and posing for family pictures

and digging in the sand

and getting some lake-weed therapy from Dr. Emily!

That last scene was a sight and a half.  My son is freaked-out by lake weed.  The only sense he can make of it is that he's not sure what's in or under or around the lake weed.  So he hates to see it, touch it, imagine it...he just freaks out.  So somehow the sweet Emily convinced him to paddle out beyond the lake weed on the noodles.  It was so much like the scene from "What About Bob", where Bob gets pushed into the water by Dr. Marvin and he paddles on his back to safety.

And here is a total bonus story for you!  Brad and I took a long ride together (we got the wave runner up to 53 mph, thank you very much!) and we went back to get a peek at Matt's house.  You know, Matt...one of my beloved Seahawks.  Last year I actually posted a picture of his house, and I think in the picture you can see his snazzy boats lined up at the dock.  All shiny, candle-apple red.  I don't know why he didn't choose Seahawk blue...but anyway.  I digress.  This year, as we were approaching, one of those shiny boats was making it's way towards the house.  When we were on our way back???  I am 99% sure that the tall, buff, mostly bald man parking the boat at the dock was no other than #8 himself!  I did have my camera with me, but I unfortunately also brought along my dignity.  So we just drove by and stared.  And really, after meeting Kari earlier in the week, my cup was so runnething over that I couldn't take in another brush with greatness.  But still, it was exciting.  And he looked relaxed.  And in great shape.  And ready for August, if I do say so myself.  And I am not being paid even a cent in scouting reports.

And goodness me, but I have not even made my way to the water park pictures yet!  I will have to save that for another day, another post.  Just looking at these pictures makes me want to hurry back over there and do it all over again!