I've lost the blogging bug.
I have no idea where I put it, but I simply cannot find it.
I'm sure you're all on pins and needles waiting for improvement (not), and I wish that I could guarantee that things are going to change but, I dunno.
Can't seem to rouse up any interesting stories to tell.
We went camping this weekend.
We were supposed to go canoeing on the Llano River with some wonderful Camp Fire folks, but after about, oh, 15 minutes on the river we had steered right into a tree, run aground, and finally dumped the whole damn boat over.
Finniganthecurious had a total shit-fit and informed me in no uncertain terms that he was not getting back in that blankity-blank boat for five more hours of terror.
We hemmed and hawed a bit.
Cajoled and reassured.
Brainstormed and chewed the cud.
Finally decided that he and I would just hike back up the river on foot and good old Jackdaddy would get a partner and finish the trip without us.
So that's what we did.
I guess some folks would have made their kid suck it up and finish, but not us.
It's supposed to be fun, not terrifying. My kid was pretty much terrified and that's enough for me.
I was "lucky enough" to be a tad terrified as we hiked through prime snake territory to get back to the main road.
I am not afraid of snakes at all. I am afraid of my kid getting bitten by one while we are all alone hiking up a river I'm not familiar with.
Sounds thrilling and dangerous, right!!?!?
It took us about 20 minutes max to hike it and I could hear cars up and down the main road the whole time. Hee Hee.
It only felt like I was trapped alone in the wilderness with the threat of death by snake bite looming around every corner.
We just went back to the campsite and tooled around.
Hiked, read, played cards, napped, ate. What we usually do.
On this trip the kids handled food clean-up.
Excellent, excellent idea.
We're gonna have to rent some kids to come camping with us in the future.
I got in 14.5 seconds of reading time.
We look like pros, don't we?
When in doubt, just buy a big truck and strap some shit to the top. You'll look cool.
There! You got a story after all, didn't you?