May 30, 2011
Water, water, everywhere
When I think about Memorial Day weekend, I picture sunny weather, long canoe rides, and myself floating peacefully through the marsh on an inner tube. I’ve been going to my parents’ camp every Memorial Day weekend for the last 43 years, and sometimes we actually do get that kind of summer weather. But it’s rare. At the end of May, we’re just as likely to get cold rain and spend the weekend huddled in tents, wet and miserable.
This weekend we gathered inside during the inevitable rainstorms and played Boggle, a game which Shaggy Hair Boy kept winning. I kiddingly suggested that five us team up against him — adding our scores together against his. My parents, my husband, and With-a-Why jumped into the game. What’s ridiculous is even with five of us playing against him, he still beat us.
All the rain we’ve had meant high water at camp: the docks were floating, and everywhere, we walked through puddles. When the rain stopped and the clouds cleared, we went out in the boats. The water was cold, of course, but that didn’t stop Shaggy Hair Boy and Blonde Niece from leaping into the water.
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