I have some more news on our internet troubles. Apparently our neighbor’s tree has grown big enough to be a problem. It means every time it rains or there is a heavy dew, we lose our connection (the tree becomes more ‘solid’). Our roof is in too bad a shape currently to move our receiver up there and it’s possible that it won’t be high enough. Our internet has been paid for by my husband’s company in a deal they had, but with financial problems at the company, we won’t be able to ask for them to pay for hardwire internet. Which means at some point we are probably going to have to figure out a way to bring it in and pay for it. For now we suffer till the leaves all fall off and we should be good to go till next May.
On the top of the hill, on the other side of the four lane is the hospital with our internet provider’s towers. No you can’t see it. That’s the problem.
About three weekends ago, I decided to leave the Sat. football game after half time and take myself for a boat ride on the lake at our local State Park. I love being near water and cruising along on it even though I have drowning issues. When Saver had been home at the end of July, she talked me into a 2 person kayak, which I survived, so I decided to try a single person kayak. They are not as stable as a two-person kayak and I was wobbly and muttering imprecations at my daughter. But I persevered and began cruising around the lake at water level. It was awesome.
Not shown in the pictures is a Great Blue Heron (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Blue_Heron) that I was attempting to get close enough to get a good picture of when my cell phone went off. (Note to self: Put the damn phone on vibrate next time!) Oh, and Saver, the bird you and I saw when we were out was most likely a Green Heron (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Green_Heron). It is the only thing whose body shape and size matches what we saw. (It was in dark shade, so we couldn’t really see markings.) Also not shown were the waves that came up with the wind when a storm blew past near by. I was too busy not tipping over to take pictures. They weren’t huge swamp-the-kayak type waves, but enough to keep me busy. And the storms in the area meant I practically had the lake all to myself.
A small creek that feeds the lake and a good spot to find wading birds.
I have a thing for lily pads.
Heading out into the lake.
Can you see what’s on the tip of the kayak? They were constantly hitching a ride.
I couldn’t get close enough for a good picture of this cave. The wind was up and kept blowing me away faster than I could paddle and picture take. But it goes in a little ways.
I love this eroded overhang.
Another little creek that feeds the lake. The water is really shallow here and little fish swim around your boat.
Hey, Saver! Remember this? (She tipped her kayak messing around when the cousins came to visit. We had to tow it to shore to dump it out.)
Time to head home for dinner.
Life At Our House
I am currently sick with a cold and crossing my fingers that it doesn’t turn into bronchitis. This is what stress and lack of good sleep can do to you.
Spider Bait has SAT’s this Saturday. From there he goes to the stadium for Homecoming. The Husband will be cooking and selling Boy Scout chickens from a float in the parade. It is going to be really strange for me not to be doing parade and band things this year. I will be on standby to pick Spider Bait up from the SAT test and then get him to the game. One of the band members will have his uniform and instrument waiting for him at the stadium. Weird.
I am on a bruschetta frenzy as the tomatoes are going away. *Sniffle*
And look at these beauties that I got at the Farmer’s Market. You better believe I’ll be roasting some of these to make into a spread.
Fur Babies and Other Friends
Corn cob treat for the Hermies
This is what happens when you leave it in the tank for 24 hours or more.
Out In The Yard
Our header today is pink phlox that is invading my yard.
And since it is now past 11:00 pm I am calling it quits. Here is our
Mug of the Day
By Marjolein Bastin. Yep, I’m a fan.