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Oblah di, Oblah dah, Life Goes On...

We all went back to the lake last weekend for one last bittersweet trip of the year. The "campground" where the "house" is closes down for the winter, shuts the water off in the bathhouses, and except for a few dedicated and slightly insane people who enjoy roughing it, it will be pretty much abandoned until spring. As much as we knew the weather was supposed to be beautiful, we needed the trip for closure and, I hope, healing. Some random images from the weekend...Andrew concentrates on trying to master the monkey bars after breakfast Saturday morning. A local church sponsors a "make a donation" breakfast once a month, and they have a great playground.We had gone on a slightly wild goose chase after breakfast to find a large thermos. Although it was beautiful, it wasn't quite beer drinking weather, so hot cider with spiced rum sounded like a great idea. The chase was well worth it. Andrew enjoyed his cider plain.James spent some time at the helm both days. I think I'm the only one that doesn't like to drive the boat. I'm perfectly content to ride.Saturday night called for another bonfire, mostly because we had promised Andrew s'mores. By the way, if you haven't tried microwave s'mores, they're just as good.Andrew waiting patiently for the short ride down to the dock on Sunday morning. He's wearing his "captain's" hat that he has to wear for at least part of every boat ride. He insisted on taking Grandma's hat (she got a white one when Dad bought her the boat for her birthday) with us on the ride both days because, "She can't go with us on the boat anymore." The day was perfect, except for one thing. I was missing Edna terribly, and I think Andrew was too. Andrew was disappointed that the Smith Mountain Dock marina store was closed. They sell popcorn there to feed to these monstrous "pet" carp. Feeding the fish is one of Andrew's favorite activities, and luckily, we had some Little Debbie crackers on board. It turns out that the fish like them just as much as popcorn. My sisters and my dad in a thoughtful moment...



...and some pictures of the beauty of the day, which somehow just made my heart ache more.

Quick Andrewisms

Over dinner tonight with my dad and sister at a local pizza parlor...James made reference to having "little or no help" with something. Andrew piped up, "What's a little Orno?" (Duh dum ching)

Thank you, Sara, for my award! I'm honored.

And thank you for providing me with a quick and easy post when I was suffering not only from writer's block, but writer's indecision and writer's lack of time and energy. Writer's apathy is maybe a better term. Hell, maybe even Writer's depression. Here goes...I think I've answered these questions before, but the answers have definitely changed.

1. Where is your cell phone? Printer
2. Your hair? Messy
3. Your mother? Energetic
4. Your father? Grieving
5. Your favorite food? tasty
6. Your dream last night? R-rated
7. Your favorite drink? Juice
8. Your dream/goal? Comfort
9. What room are you in? Office
10. Your hobby? Reading
11. Your fear? Heights
12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Healthy
13. Where were you last night? Bed
14. Something that you aren't? Forgiving
15. Muffins? Cornbread
16. Wish list item? Lottery
17. Where did you grow up? Virginia
18. Last thing you did? Cereal
19. What are you wearing? Sweats
20. Your TV? Off
21. Your pets? Felines
22. Friends? Patient
23. Your life? Chaos
24. Your mood? Sad
25. Missing someone? Edna
26. Vehicle? Crap
27. Something you're not wearing? Bra
28. Your favorite store? Cheap
29. Your favorite color? Depends
30. When was the last time you laughed? Earlier
31. Last time you cried? Tonight
32. Your best friend? Lifelong
33. One place that I go to over and over? Work
34. One person who emails me regularly? Coworkers
35. Favorite place to eat? Couch

I think I'm also supposed to award this award (!) to six other fabulous bloggers who are "Over the Top," but it's late, and I'm reading a really good book (The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins) and want to get a few minutes in before I pass out, so I'm going to mull it over so as not to make any snap decisions that I might second-guess later.