Here are my boys at Brewer Lake yesterday. It was an absolutely GORGEOUS day out. Perfect, really - a slight breeze, warm sun. We packed our cooler full of ham sandwiches, apples and grapes, grabbed the fishing poles and worms freshly dug from our back yard, then piled into Gitana, our RV (Gitana means female gypsy). We used to go to Brewer Lake all the time when the older kids were younger. Steve took Jordan fishing there every weekend. I don't remember it being that crowded, but we're going to try camping there some weekend. We brought the squirt guns (as you can see from the photo - Billy usually toted all three, and we got soaked), and I realize how much I miss just being outside. If it's not for the gardening or walking, I'm usually inside, writing or trying to get organized. But yesterday? Ah - yesterday was heaven.
Steve is getting information on buying a farm south of Jamestown. I told him, "We're not getting any younger, honey. Let's just do it!" (whatever "it" is). Don't you think? I'm tired of just waiting, of waiting to see what the market does, waiting to see how the housing market will change, waiting to see if we'll move out of this house. Waiting... for 9 years we've sat, waiting, and I'm done waiting. I'm shifting into DOING (whatever "doing" means), if that makes sense. And part of the doing was to drive around North Dakota in our sweet little RV, exploring and making memories with our sweet youngest son, Bill. Don't let the expression on his face fool you - he's an absolute angel!
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