And we did.
It was threatening to storm and there was much drinking of beer and young-man-testosterone-fueled-giant pick-up-truck-displaying and frisbee-throwing going on. Mamas and kids and old men talking about their glory days and kayakers coming in and going out. As always with watering holes, all sorts of animals come to drink and cool off in peace and we plunged our bodies into that river and it was heaven.
Wow. You know. We can really do things like this if we want to. We forget that sometimes.
But today we remembered. And what a lovely thing it was to hug each other after we'd jumped into the water, skin to skin. We may look like old people but we don't always have to act like old people. Unless you redefine what old people act like and I think that we should ponder that.
Here's a note that I found which Owen wrote yesterday.
Shall I translate?
It says, "Mermer and Bop are rich."
The boy is a genius.