The Best Vacation Ever July 17 2006
Monday, July 17th 2006. Hot. Humid. Like two old men sitting on the porch of a shotgun shack sipping lemonade from dewy glasses in sweat stained shirts, mopping their brows with dirty kerchiefs, fanning themselves with straw hats when one of them says: "sure is hot" and his friend replies: "yep, hot, but not as hot as the summer of 47" kind of hot. Yep, that kind of hot. It's L&T's turn to climb. Hopefully they're having better luck than we did. Babs and I have Bean and t. Pool time Child has shown herself to be utterly bereft of fear in regards to water and the pool (maybe all three year olds are like this, but I only have my limited experience to go on). She's taken to launching herself from the edge of the pool -- arms and legs whirling -- plunging under and floating, corpse-like, until Daddy plucks her from Neptune's bosom. Good stuff for her, but heart stopping for parents when she doesn't immediately bob to the surface. One disturbing sight: a little boy, maybe 4 or older (bigger than The Bean) replete with more body armor than NYC Special Ops, crying as his harridan mother smeared sun block under his chin. "Doesn't like the lotion?", I commented. "It burns his chin", she replied, "the suit chafes his neck and he cries when I apply more suntan lotion." [Obvious Man thinks: "Then why add more lotion?] "Maybe remove his floaty? Can't, it's part of the suit; don't want a naked baby running about". She then proceeds to transmit every fear and neurosis she's managed to accumulate over the years (and this looks like quite a collection) by holding his hands as he jumps in the water! She's in the pool, he's on the edge. No jumping for my precious little boy. No sir; might swallow some water or hurt his little self. Crikie. Note to self: future serial killer. The "Check Engine" light glares at me like the eye of Sauron. Called a Subaru dealer and he says it's nothing to worry about. He can plug the car in and check the computer anytime, but repairs will have to wait until next week. Too late for us. I guess we take our chances with old horse.
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The Best Vacation Ever

July 17 2006

Monday, July 17th 2006. Hot. Humid. Like two old men sitting on the porch of a shotgun shack sipping lemonade from dewy glasses in sweat stained shirts, mopping their brows with dirty kerchiefs, fanning themselves with straw hats when one of them says: "sure is hot" and his friend replies: "yep, hot, but not as hot as the summer of 47" kind of hot. Yep, that kind of hot.

It's L&T's turn to climb. Hopefully they're having better luck than we did. Babs and I have Bean and t. Pool time

Child has shown herself to be utterly bereft of fear in regards to water and the pool (maybe all three year olds are like this, but I only have my limited experience to go on). She's taken to launching herself from the edge of the pool -- arms and legs whirling -- plunging under and floating, corpse-like, until Daddy plucks her from Neptune's bosom. Good stuff for her, but heart stopping for parents when she doesn't immediately bob to the surface.

One disturbing sight: a little boy, maybe 4 or older (bigger than The Bean) replete with more body armor than NYC Special Ops, crying as his harridan mother smeared sun block under his chin. "Doesn't like the lotion?", I commented. "It burns his chin", she replied, "the suit chafes his neck and he cries when I apply more suntan lotion." [Obvious Man thinks: "Then why add more lotion?] "Maybe remove his floaty? Can't, it's part of the suit; don't want a naked baby running about". She then proceeds to transmit every fear and neurosis she's managed to accumulate over the years (and this looks like quite a collection) by holding his hands as he jumps in the water! She's in the pool, he's on the edge. No jumping for my precious little boy. No sir; might swallow some water or hurt his little self. Crikie. Note to self: future serial killer.

The "Check Engine" light glares at me like the eye of Sauron. Called a Subaru dealer and he says it's nothing to worry about. He can plug the car in and check the computer anytime, but repairs will have to wait until next week. Too late for us. I guess we take our chances with old horse.

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