Showing posts with label Evo-man. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Evo-man. Show all posts

Monday, August 10, 2009

Warning: crafting + boating = hurling

If your prone to motion sickness then crafting while sitting on a boat in water may not be the best use of your time. I’m a major boat wimp. I felt queasy within being on the boat after 10 minutes and that was in calm water – tethered to a dock. Had I been on the open water and I might have just lost my cookies. But I agreed to spend the weekend with Evo-man on Prince Erik’s boat.

sick of motion

Seeing that we would have lots of spare time I brought craft projects along with me to kill time. But darn if I didn’t start feeling sick within minutes of trying to focus on them. Evo-man had better success than I did. So I just sat back and instructed him on how to make fun little pirate trinkets out of bottle caps.

Had a couple of fun Fawn firsts again. Nearly four decades old I am (I know I’m insane to publish that), I mean being a super young whipper-snapper that I am. Somehow I’ve never seen turtles or beavers in the wild. Until this weekend that is.

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This little fellow was about 10 inches and was about the only one I could snap a picture of. There’s this beautiful lily pond and beaver dam right next to the Marina and when you sit on a boat all day your bound to see a bit more of nature than you would with a quick glance.

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The turtles ranged in size from a couple of inches to probably a foot long. They didn’t like people looking at them and didn’t care for getting their picture taken either. But they were everywhere.

Evo-man and I also enjoyed the path by the lake that stretched on for miles and miles. Seems everyone else and their dog, bike and row team did too.

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But it was gorgeous and so I would pull my son along on walks that lasted for hours. Gorgeous I say.

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Clearly more than made up for the bouts of upset stomach. It wasn’t that bad – only when I tried to craft. How cruel it that? But there’s nothing like the lull of a gentle rock to put you to sleep at night. And the motion of the boat led me to dream and wonder about mermaids and what I would tell my girls about them when I came back home. I know that didn't make a whole lot of sense but we're still gearing up for our party. And Hope is determined to be a real mermaid.