Summer turned to fall quick as lightning this weekend. A whole night of lightning, actually, and thunder and coldness and rain rain RAIN. As I wasn’t quite ready for the 40 days and 40 nights to start up, I am going to relive our last summer weekend here today.
We spent it at Whidbey, where a piece of my heart lives year-round, leaving me with only most of a heart the rest of the year.
It’s just pretty.
Important conversations happen at Whidbey when we’re all sitting around the cabin—like this one:
Mom: Which one of you girls had that weird thing on the back of her leg?
Me: That would be me.
Michelle: Oh! I noticed that when you pulled your pants down at the beach earlier today.
Because yes. That happened. Earlier at the beach, Michelle had said, “There’s a spider on your back!” She tried to brush it off and the next thing she said was, “Oh no, it just went down your pants!” I frantically whipped off my pants and did the de-spider stomping dance and then Michelle said, “I don’t see it—maybe it went in your underwear!” which is something my husband would totally say to get me naked, so I knew enough to stop right there. I left my underwear on. I will live the rest of my life not knowing if that spider ever got off of me.
(As for the thing on the back of my leg, it seems like a much smaller deal after the possibility that there may be a spider permanently living in my pants.)
We play a lot of games at Whidbey. The boys holed up in a corner of the attic to play of Dungeons and Dragons for hours. They clearly don’t get the game if they are playing in an attic instead of a basement, but whatever.
Now, remember back at Christmas when we played Pictionary and my brother drew this picture of a polar bear?
I guess it’s a genetic thing because we played a similar game at Whidbey and my sister drew the polar bear card:
I know, right??! Notice how she drew the polar bear in the middle and realized there was a problem with it so she drew it from another angle in the upper right, just to clarify that wow, this really looks nothing at all like a polar bear.
From now on I am going to use the expression “drew the polar bear card” to mean something has gone horribly and hilariously wrong. Like say someone ends up with a spider in her underwear at the beach, you might say she has drawn the polar bear card.
When the boys weren’t nerding out in the attic, they could be found doing the kind of hard labor usually reserved for prisoners of war.
I bring them to the ocean, I throw wide my arms and tell them to explore the world, to run free, to dream as big as they sky! And what do they do? They build themselves a jail and sit inside it.
What a bunch of weirdos.
WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE:
Ginger soy salmon burgers
Corn on the cob
Huckleberry pie a la mode
(The dinner menu reflects my desperation to hold onto summer a little bit longer…)