Whenever we are out and about, and happen to walk down by the shore S and K have to throw rocks into the lake. We could easily spend several hours, every day, just throwing rocks. You should hear K laugh when a ferry goes by; she gets that little high pitched giggle going because she knows the big waves are coming. S on the other hand is content with the "kerplunk" he gets after every throw. Last time he reminded me, "Little Sal made a kerplink, kerplank, kerplunk sound, didn't she Mama." (In Blueberries for Sal by Robert McCloskey.) I love these little moments... (I'm frustrated - Blogger is not letting me start a new paragraph - you'll have to use your imagination.)
I'm probably going to be missing until early next week. My husband managed to get us tickets to The Antiques Roadshow when they stop in Grand Rapids, Michigan, this Saturday.
Not that we have anything amazing to take with us, he just thought it would be fun and interesting. I must say I agree! So As of this moment I think we are taking (know that this is subject to change moment by moment since I can't make up my mind to save my life) my spinning wheel, some of my Great Grandma's jewelry and either my island postcard collection or an old writing desk. I'm going to try to take my camera with me, though I don't know if they allow them. I'll let you know what they say early next week. Have a great weekend!