Some days are just perfect lake days, you know? Days where you’re having so much fun, you forget to take pictures, you forget you even have a phone, so what this post lacks in pictures, I hope I can make up for in words.
I got up early to write, but before I started, I made coffee and checked the outside temperature. When I opened the front door to slip out onto the deck, a doe and her two fawns were nibbling our neighbor’s hostas. The fawns still had spots, so they were pretty young. They bolted when they heard me, but they sorta hung around because we kept spotting them throughout the morning.
We had a great breakfast, and then went over to Son and DIL’s to visit over second cups of coffee. Son had yard work to do, so he and Grandboy took care of that, while I wrote some more and Husband chilled (he’s still healing), and DIL did her thing at their house. In the early afternoon, we loaded onto our boat with towels, coolers, sunscreen, and sundry, and headed out onto the lake, which wasn’t really all that busy considering it was a gorgeous July weekend…until we got down to the amusement park (known to locals as “the beach”).
The ski show had just started and there must have been 75 boats all stopped to watch as expert skiers put on quite an extravaganza. We stayed for a bit, but we were antsy to eat lunch and swim, so we headed back into the huge bay behind the park, which is our favorite place to anchor. There’s just something so fun about swimming to the sound of the roller coasters and excitement in the amusement park, almost like being in the park without having to deal with the crowds and the hot boardwalk.
We swam and played and cruised around the lake most of the afternoon–and oh what a time! Grandboy even jumped off the front deck of the boat with no fear. He is swimming like a sleek little seal this summer, turning into a water baby just like his dad and his grandma. We returned to dock, tired, slightly sunburned despite several coats of sunscreen, and ready for showers and supper on the screened porch.
As night fell, we joined friend, Moe, for a fire and s’mores at her back yard fire table. Grandboy had sparklers and Son brought his guitar, so we sparkled and sang old Tom Petty songs and whatever else we could remember the lyrics to and got sticky with marshmallows and chocolate and graham crackers.
Not every lake day is so perfect–some are just like city days, except that I’ve basically picked up my editor/writer act and taken it on the road. But yesterday reminded all of us how much we love being here in the summer and how fast the days at the lake go by. Before we know it, Grandboy will be back in school, autumn will start to show its colors, and another lake summer will be in the books. This one started hard with Husband’s cancer diagnosis, but it’s smoothing out into a summer of fun, health, and healing. May we always be so blessed.
Gratitude for this week: little Grandboy is growing so fast and is such a sweet joyful child; Son and DIL are relaxing and enjoying lake life and time away from work; a day on the boat with family; deer in the yard; writing is happening.
Little promo note: The Fireman’s Christmas Wish, book 3 in the Lange Brothers trilogy is now available for pre-order and I have some e-book ARCs if anyone is interested in reading for review, I’d sure appreciate it! A limited number of ARCs will be up on BookSprout, starting August 18, or you can leave me a comment and I’ll be in touch.
Stay well, stay safe, wear your mask if you need to, be kind, and most of all, mes amies, stay grateful!