Days of Summer

Long gone are the seemingly eternal summers of childhood (at least for me.) But there are still days when everything is perfect; the sky, the water, the company, and the cares and concerns of life drift away on the breeze. There are even some days when you expect to hear the voice of God emanating from the sky (or at least Charlton Heston) saying, "Count your blessings."

We finally got the kayaks in the water. Both Lela and Lian took turns in the Sidekick, which is designed for an adult and kids - the thing is a scow, but you could tap dance on it and it wouldn't go over, unlike most kayaks. I think I can configure it for three seats and take them both out at the same time. Jamie could also sit Lian in his lap in his kayak, so we were all able to take a paddle out to the middle of the Bay.

What's wrong with this picture? Tote that bucket and lift that pail. Build another sandcastle before we sail.
This is the view - aren't we lucky?
We spent one afternoon assembling the Adirondack chairs that Christy had ordered. Once we realized that if we ignored the 12 page instructions, we could get them put together correctly, and they came together in time for the sunset.
Catching the breeze at the end of a perfect day.