getting dirty with my cold blooded boyfriend
It’s vacation time. I’ve come up to this lake for a week in the summer most of my life. Now my brothers and sister bring their families so we’re a large crowd.
Lots of steam off the lake in the morning. I’ve been getting up early before things get loud and hectic… then in the afternoons I swim out about a half mile to the middle of the lake where only one of my brothers and my dad are strong enough or interested enough to swim. I feel like I could swim for days and days.
I spend an inordinate amount of time laying on the end of the dock non-fishing, which entails throwing food to the fish and turtles in the water and occasionally netting one and letting it go. Here is the view looking down into the water at a few turtles and fish.
I got up for a minute to grab my camera and when I came out my dad had taken my spot on the dock…. and my net.
genetics at play….
There are a lot of animals outside of the water too.
This is a rescue turtle my niece and nephew captured that “escaped” back into the lake. I call this one my boyfriend. And by escaped I mean I took them out of their bucket home and returned them to the lake.
Sometimes I’m so focused on the task at hand I step into trouble. At home it’s usually stepping on prickers and thorns. The dirtiest missteps seem to happen just after a floor is swept or mopped. I’d say I’m more dirty than clean. Here’s my shoe stuck in the sand. I’m just going barefoot the rest of the week.