Labor Day Saturday, 9/5/09

Here we are at a lazy Labor Day Weekend, finally. I said at the beginning of this oeuvre, that I love summer. I started writing in early October about Memorial Day weekend when I figure summer starts, and summer ends for all practical purposes on Labor Day. I blogged a bit in August a couple times not having a clue why. Then we did so many things and enjoyed the summer so much I decided to document it. I'm somewhat of a shutterbug, and took lots of photos. I also like to write, and often enjoy reading my scribbles. Sometimes I am am-mazed at what flows through my mind to my fingers. So in early October I decided to write about these daze like a school boy just back in school after summer vacation. I've kinda had fun with word play, weaving whimsy with reality. A stream of consciousness by the water known as the Mississippi, if only my pen were so mighty.

Labor Day weekend was beautiful. It was actually warmer in early September than it was in early August, and it pretty much held through the month. We took advantage of the weather and lived outside on the deck, by the fire pit and on the water with relatives and good friends. Today a crew of five, Barbara, Rachelle, Ashley, Alex and I. Later we will pick up sixth and be a six pack drinking wine, as we pick up Derrick, who didn't take a truck but walked. I know, counter intuitive again. Shouldn't a Derrick pick up us, and maybe the whole darn boat easily?
A favorite photo. The wondrous, winsome ways of women. Don't you just wonder what Barbara and Rachelle are talking about? I often do wonder at the words and thoughts of women. Expect I will continue to wonder and wander in my mind of this and other secrets of grrrls.

Barbara Ann. She's got me rockin' and a rollin', boppin' with the rhythm. Barbara Ann.
Ashley Elizabeth, a sunny girl sunning.
Alexandru Bogdan, my first mate and relief pilot.
Michael Douglas. But he can't get a return phone call from Catherine Zeta Jones. Sigh.
Rachelle Ann, my pigtailed pal.
I'm taking my time for a number of things that weren't important yesterday, and still I go.
Nearly always first in the water. Ashley off deck near dock and part duck.
Ashley, thinking she is all duck, tries running across the water wings flapping attempting to fly. Have a seat while she takes to the sky.
Here I am being attacked - somewhat ironically - by a life preserver, apparently much to the amusement of two women. They probably think I'm a crying wolf.
Kayakers yakking. What next? Pontooners tuning? Whalers wailing? Catamarans running?
Ohhhh, baby boy napping. Or XY catching some Z's. Do you think he's as sweet as he looks?
Gasp. Girl can't believe I used chromosome code for boy.
Woman pleasantly surprised and grateful I didn't use another code word for boy.
Another woman pleasantly amused by it all.
The same woman now smiles for the photographer.
Rachelle, thinking she may have been lampooned a photo or two ago, gives the writer the squinty evil eye.
Whoa. Tidal wave! But Barbara, accustomed to being in pickles, stays cool as a cucumber on the briny. See?
Alex gives a thumbs up knowing the wave has subsided. Good for now unless a u-boat comes up along the pontoon, then we'd have a sub sided.
Barbara gives me that look that let's me know it was a bad pun.
Yo ho ho. Rachelle is in the crow's nest looking for her hubby.
Ho Ho Ho! And there he is looking like the Green Giant or a benevolent super hero. Derrick, strong as a crane. Duh da dahh, dada-da-dada. And disguised as mild mannered Ashley's Dada..., he minds his peas and q's.
From super hero to mild mannered Ashley's Dad. Daughter's make us smile and bring us back to earth every time. A different form of flying if you will.
I am determined, yes determined to get past this bridge and avoid the fate of those Billy Goats Gruff. Alex rolls his eyes, not believing in trolls.
Getting past the bridge, Rachelle and Derrick feel like dancing. Ever notice how men have to look to see what their feet are doing, and women don't? Perhaps that isn't it, perhaps he's shy. A woman can make you do the darndest things.
Barbara is amazed and amused that this couple is ballroom dancing on a deck, she thinks perhaps they are not playing with a full one.
Derrick, having been shown an instant replay of his dancing dissolves into laughter. That's why he didn't jump in the lake and why his wife calls him sugar.
Having made it under the bridge without encountering trolls, I finally relax. Alex starting to believe in trolls, grabs a pole for trolling. But alas, too late, we have passed under the overpass.
We approach the hundred yard dock, nearly home again having another fun-filled day on the waters. Feelin' like a lazy boy, wastin' time. Yeah, wastin' time and lovin' it.
Look like nothing's gonna change
Everything still remains the same
I can't do what ten people tell me to do
So I guess I'll remain the same, yes

Sittin' here resting my bones
And this loneliness won't leave me alone
It's two thousand miles I roamed
Just to make this dock my home

Now, I'm just gonna sit at the dock on this day
Watching the river roll away
Oooo-wee, sittin' on the dock on this day
Wastin' time