one time in a canoe

yea. so. i don't have my laptop atm. dan decided he needed mine today at work. he switched out our hard drives and left me with his broken down shell and my put-putting harddrive. apparently his LAN port doesn't work and mine does. thats what she said?

anyways. the "a" and "s" keys are pretty much sshot (notice 2 s's there?). so. ignore the typos.

canoes.

clearly not a topic im keen on. as you would know, if you knew me. but you don't. so here's to elaborating.

we got back from the family vacation on wednesday. it was a week long, although i didn't show up til sunday afternoon. originally i wasn't going til saturday because of work. but lo and behold, i got sick. and OMG thats a whole other story.

blah blah blah.

on our last full day there, at the cabin on a lake secluded from the world, two of my sisters and i took the canoe out and i paddled in back.

ok so. looooooong story. but im very uneasy around boats in general. so canoes to me are like...screaming red flags.

but im a big girl. this year at least. and at the moment we decided to go out.

we went slowly along the shore. it was around 4. shady. cool septembery. and quiet. the other kids and that stupid dog, Klaus, were inside watching "alladin". so for once the mirror like lake had its proper soundtrack. utter stillness.

id grabbed a fishing pole at the last moment and mary, who sat in the middle, cast out.

and you know what? we caught a fish. well. she did. but it was a cute little fish that stirred up such excitment in us, that we headed back to shore for more poles and a dish of the most disgusting nightcrawlers imaginable.

becky, stuffed in her life-jacket (she named it tom.....yea...) was at the front TXTING. seriously.

i don't know why im talking about this. i suppose i just wanted to say that i enjoyed myself in that darn canoe. i even let us drift into darker water. i even sat sideways with my leg propped on the edge. now that took guts.

as for fish. i caught 3. two miniscule perch and a bluegill that i think died. yes. but it happens.

when we came back to our sandy shore it was after 6. charlie ran from the cabin to look inside our pail. and as any 3-year-old, he was decently entralled by those little suckers.

amen to family vacations. amen to sisters. and amen to overcoming canoe discomfort and admitting it.