Six of us 70 somethings and a 7 year old had a BBQ near the bridge last evening. One moved around with his walker, one sat himself down in a nice comfy lawnchair with his oxygen tank by his side and the three of us who could move on our own at normal speed did the cooking, serving and cleaning up. The 7 year old did his part entertaining us all by doing what a 7 year old boy does best.
On the beach there were a few fellas fishing and one managed to hook a nice shiny humpy. When the 7 year old saw that, he headed into the woods to find a long stick, and with the dental floss I found in my purse, and the corn cob we tied to it, he was off to try his luck. Sad to say...on his first cast, which involved tossing the corn as far as he could into the water...it went into the water minus the string ...and...alas...he came home empty handed, but I guarantee he had more fun than all of us put together :o)
I have to say, what I enjoyed most was watching the trains appear suddenly from both directions. There were loooooong freight trains with giant engines tugging with all their might and the sound of so many steel wheels on the tracks carried easily across the water. Then there were the Amtrak trains that flew along the water's edge. Oh how I would have loved to hop on board and just ride wherever it took me :o)











Oh for cryin out loud....yesterday Ingy wanted to play dress up so I tried to think of something fun for her to put on. Finally, after looking everywhere, we found my wedding dress on the top shelf in a basement bedroom. It weighed a ton and it was all she could do to drag it up the stairs. When finally she did, she pulled it out of the pillowcase it was in and put on the pillowcase. There was no way I could convince her to try on the dress, so I thought what the heck, I will see if I can get into it. As you can see there was enough dress to cover my front, but what you can't see is the ten inch gap in back with absolutely no chance of ever getting the two sides to meet. Ingy pulled and tugged, but a four year old is no match for a too small dress and a stubborn zipper so she soon called it quits, we stuffed it back into the pillowcase and never again will I put myself through this kind of humiliation :o)





