My day with GBN1 was great. We chased cats all day. When the kittens used their litter box, she clapped and cheered (it’s a potty training thing). I could be heard saying things like, "Don’t hold the cat by its tail." Or "No, get the cat out of the dryer." We did have to make a run to Wal-Mart and have lunch at the park with Jesse and Toby. I bought some fresh cherries to go with our lunch. GBN1 thought spitting the seeds out was great fun – you know she is not normally allowed to spit. She and Jesse threw pennies off of the bridge into the creek below. Jesse flipped her coin high into the air and it landed with a nice splash. Although GBN1tried to imitate Jesse, she barely dropped her coin over the edge of the bridge and it plunked into the water. Jesse said, "You did that just like you spit" which gives you an accurate picture of how GBN1 spits. I think she needs practice, but who am I to say.
I do have an idea for some posts this summer. If I can just get my brain in gear, I want to write about summers in Red River. I want to be able to catch the magic of the mountains. I want to be able to explain how I fell in love with RR. The Piper posted about his love for a certain area – man’s love for the land. I want to be able to explain an even deeper pull, a stronger love than most people ever experience. The mountains and the beauty of the area are only a part of that love. RR has a power over a person that is amazing. It can be great and satisfying or it can be deadly. Many a love story starts in RR, but RR has killed more marriages than it has made. How do you explain that? I will give it a try – starting with my younger days – some of which I have posted about before. Maybe my brother will chime in.