Sunday, I had a repeat gathering of the same group of friends, more or less, who came over on July 4.
The day was spent primarily on and in Queens Creek.
Glenda and Billy brought their boat again which meant plenty of tubing for the kids.
(My daughter missed the tubing; she was inside diligently putting the finishing touches on her summer English project.)
Very unusual for the month of August, there were no stinging nettles in the creek, which meant we could swim without the hassle of getting stung. Ordinarily, they'd be wrapped around your neck, they're so abundant.
(Stinging nettles, also called sea nettles or just nettles, are what most people call jellyfish. I avoid using that word at all costs. To me, they're stinging nettles. Hey, I am almost 50 and nobody reads this blog, so I think it's my prerogative to call them what I want to. Thank you, one dear reader, for your indulgence.)
|Catherine takes a dip|
|Willie B., Theresa, Lawrence and Danny solving world issues--and also monitoring all|
the children (and adults) frolicking in the over six feet of water.
I remember swimming with my sisters as a child off the end of this dock, but I'm pretty sure we broke a record Sunday for the most kids and adults ever swimming here. It was a blast.
|The Mills girls|
|Malia and Betsy being serious...|
|...and not so serious.|
|Matthew and Hayden|
|I'm not exactly sure what's going on here.|
It was a great way to spend the last day of August.