Piankatank River

Here are a few glimpses of the Piankatank River

as seen from the end of Godfrey Bay Road near Hallieford.

It's a small beach, but it's open to the public.

It isn't hard to figure out where it begins and ends though.  

The signs are bold and brazen.

The message is abundantly clear.

Another thing that's abundantly clear--to me, anyway--is how grateful I am for this, a long weekend courtesy of Monday's federal holiday.

Daughter now has the sickness Son recently recovered from. Thank goodness she has no basketball until next week.  I'm lethargic not feeling great, but that's not unusual for this time of year.  Hopefully there is a 40-degree, sunny day just waiting to spring forth somewhere in the near future, so I can get out and do some jogging, which always makes things better. I'd really love a 60-degree day but when 20 is the new normal, 40 starts to sound pretty darn good.

This sentence post has exceeded the allotted number of numbers and therefore must come to a swift end.

I hope your weekend is warm and wonderful.

Reality

These were taken Sunday at my friend Alda's house.

I've known Alda since kindergarten and sat beside her on my very first bus ride to school.  I was positively petrified and couldn't make eye contact with anyone upon climbing up the bus steps, which were as steep as Mt. Everest.  So I instantly whirled around and plopped right down on the front seat next to the aisle.

Sitting at the window seat was Alda.

She's an extrovert; I'm an introvert (in case the not wanting to make eye contact clue didn't tip you off). She just started talking, and I instantly relaxed.

Anyway, Alda (the grown up Alda, not the kindergarten Alda)
invited me to a football party on Sunday.

I was happy to attend.

However I didn't go to watch football.

No, I was there for the free comedy routine which

always erupts whenever she and other certain classmates convene.

That other certain classmate in this case would be Catherine.

When Alda and Catherine get together, the introverts in the room pull up their chairs, sit back, pick up their bowls of popcorn, and eagerly await the show that's about to unfold.

One will start telling a story which always has humorous twists and hairpin turns.  Just when that first one stops to draw a breath, the other one jumps in.  It's like the handing off of a baton in a relay race--one leg of the race is over, and the other one takes off wide open with a fresh and exciting continuation of the story.

Then the other one jumps back in.

And so on. And so on.

They continue to feed off each other, getting louder and louder and louder (and funnier and funnier) with each contribution.

Sometimes they talk over top each other.

Usually I can't even hear the end of the story because they're both hollering out their version of the story simultaneously, and I can't focus on them both I'm still laughing from something I heard a few seconds earlier.

(Also, I have a loud laugh.  Most people can't hear anything else when I'm laughing.)

I really think Reality TV People need to come talk to me.

If they think Honey Boo Boo is entertainment, they haven't seen anything.

(By the way, I only recently learned that Honey Boo Boo is a person and not a thing.  The fact that it's a child is even more disturbing. But this post isn't about Honey Boo Boo, believe it or not.)

Anyway.

These were taken that evening before the football
and before the free comedy show. A good time was had by all.

And Honey Boo Boo was only mentioned once.

The End.

(Click here for another post involving Alda, 

some pranks, and an ornery VW bus.)