She may have meant snow skiing but I love the picture of writing after skiing. For me, it's on the water always. To ski all summer is a dream come true. For hours this summer, TJ has driven the boat so I could practice and get better. And if I don't count it, does it count?
Apparently it is the summer of the cough, as well as the summer of the failed fridges. I had to throw away $60 worth of ribs that went bad in our garage fridge last week. Simultaneously the compressor on our inside fridge started to go out, so after we made it through July 4th, with new ribs for everyone, I shuffled most of our food to the fridge in the apartment over the garage. All was well until yesterday when the girls left the fridge door in the apartment open from breakfast till lunch while we were at church. I lost the food and I almost lost my mind.
Recently Cash and Story have been obsessed with ducks, particularly the mallard ducks on the lake by our house. For days on end, they were outside with binoculars tracking every move of the ducks and trying with all their might to figure out where the female mallard had made her nest. Then one day last week, they found it!