Well, I’m not going fishing.
But Chuck and Cassidy and Julia (and Matt!) will carry on their 15-year tradition of going fishing while at our weeklong getaway to Lake Tahoe. They will
seek out a pier and drop their lines… and
then return home with what I suspect will be very fishy fish stories.
Matt, Julia and Cassidy!
So we’re heading out tomorrow morning to bask in the glory of Tahoe BLUE! In addition to fishing, there will be six days of hiking, paddleboarding (maybe?), golfing, running/working out, sunbathing, and biking. And of course ingesting copious amounts of food and enjoying various and sundry adult beverages beginning each evening at 5:01.
I have some pretty lofty goals to achieve
~ power-lounging and multi-slacking chief among them.
I’ll finally finish reading the good book I’ve got going. I’ ll play some mean games of Words With Friends more frequently than whilst at home. And I’ll nap out on the back deck, should I become so inclined.
Gotta get some transcripts out, so I’m taking my computer. Please beware of excessive blogging on my part. I’ll for sure Facebook Stalk, as I truly believe it’s the most fun, cheapest thrill in which to indulge. And I hope to clean out my email inbox. (I mean, do I really need emails going
as far as back as the Bush presidency?) And I may even sneak and buy The National Enquirer (Don’t judge!).
We’ll just hang. We’ll play Catch Phrase, basketball and Spoons. We’ll watch the bumpers rust. We’ll watch the avocados turn brown and the bananas turn mushy. Or maybe not.
But we’ll all be together.
And if I forget my Lady Bic and don’t get around to shaving my peach-fuzz beard and mustache? So be it. And should I gain a few l-b’s as a result of multiple food comas? Oh, well.
Because I’ve gone fishin’…for some great quality family time and serious relaxing.