First, I’d like to thank you all for your concerned comments and prayers. Shortly after I posted the last post, Mary Aplin took an astonishing turn FOR THE BETTER! I know it was prayer…I just know it, and I THANK YOU! We recently got the cultures back and found that she had Salmonella. I haven’t the faintest clue where she got it. Since we’ve still been living with our parents, I haven’t done a whole lot of cooking with raw chicken (we usually just mooch :))…and I can’t think of anything she would have eaten that the rest of us wouldn’t have eaten as well. I don’t know, but after eight days of (bloody, yup, I know it’s gross) diarrhea, all I care about is that it’s over and my little chicken wing is better. Thank you Lord!
Now those happier topics that I promised….
I’ve decided that one of the best things about living in the South is the warm water. In Seattle, the rivers and oceans may be beautiful to look at, but you have to be a tougher woman than me to submerge yourself beyond your ankles. After a lifetime spent playing in the ocean, skiing on the lake, and floating in swimming pools, it was quite an adjustment. Since we’ve been back, we’ve been in or by the water every chance we could get. Oh, how we love it!
Can you believe I can walk directly into this water in 1 and a half hours from my doorstep?
And that my girls can play in this sugar white sand? Is it heaven? Is it too good to be true?
I'm always so thankful to have Daddy there to bring some activity to the scene. Big Momma would much rather sit with her book 🙂
Mary Aplin riding the waves on Daddy's back.
And Pace taking her turn.
When they were tired of that, Daddy spurred on some friendly racing competition.
But when little sister never could get ahead of big sister...
...Look who came to the rescue 🙂
After a while, they wanted Mommy to try her pregnant hand at body surfing. I graciously answered this summons. Be thankful there was no camera.
On this particular week, Daddy left us a few days early to go camping with some of his guy friends, and Mommy had had all she could take of body surfing. So, after some serious deliberation...
They worked up the courage to do it all by themselves! (And Pace did eventually come up from the surf :))
Lest I lead you to believe we're all activity...I had a girls' weekend at the beach where I did little besides plant myself in a chair
And eat! At a restaurant that could give any Seattle establishment a run for its money.
Caliza at Alys Beach.
This lump crab meat with cream and sweet corn...Lordey mercy!
I'm so thankful for my sweet Dad, who lets us stay at his place as much as we want, and for free. Thanks Dad!!!
We've also been to the lake (Lake Martin if you're curious which one).
This time, Konie was our gracious hostess!
I think he was threatening to throw Pace off.
So we told him that maybe he should have a few turns by himself, instead of trying to scare US to death. Why does he throw his arm up like that??
And how does one regain balance after this?
Dad, our fearless captain who tirelessly pulled grandchildren and son-in-law all. day. long.
Konie and I stayed on the boat, except for an occasional swim in the lake.
Late that afternoon, we broke up some watermelon with the neighbors. Does this look like a picture of Americana or what?
Around sunset, Konie's son Jarod and his wife Elena arrived, and we went out for one last ride on the water.
Jarod on the water.
And Jarod in the air...Apparently he feels the same need to throw one of those arms in the air??
My hearts on the water at the end of a wonderfully long day.