We had company over yesterday for a last fling of August/Labor Day weekend bash. It was a splendid day - warm enough to justify telling folk to bring their bathing suits. Two of them also brought their dogs. I'm not an advocate of bringing or taking pets to someone else's house since animals can be very territorial, but our puppy just lost her mate and their dogs were ones she already knew and loved. Extra dogs were just what we needed.
People showed up at different times since not everyone wanted to go swimming. In the end it was just us girls and the 3 dogs who walked down the pier and out to the canoe. We live on the muddy side of the creek. The good swimming beach is always a boatride away.
(I wish I had taken the camera - but here's what the pier looks like)
This time of year we get some really high tides and now and then the canoe gets trapped beneath the pier when the tide comes in and it swamps. That's just what we discovered when we all got to the end of the pier. Here we all were, 3 adults, one teen and 3 dogs - two of whom were river newbies. "What do we do now?" I was asked and my laughing answer was "oh we go get Himself to dump the canoe"
Shouts of "Girl Power!" and "We can Do This!" drowned out my advice, so I sent one woman back for some buckets - "the 5 gallon ones" I told her - while I began bailing with the 2 quart scoop. While she was gone the two younger dogs - both of them mostly big puppies - started wrestling and fell off the pier. The guest dog - a 10 month old golden retriever - right away tried to get back up by getting into the canoe, swamping it once again.
While we were dragging the dogs away from the canoe, Cousin MB came back with 2 2-gallon buckets, fearing we wouldn't be able to lift and dump full 5 gallon ones. Now 3 of us could scoop out the water, but mind now - we were leaning out over AND down to reach the canoe - not the best leverage and decidedly strenuous. After a while I got in the canoe so there would be more room on the tiny pier for the others. "I can get in at the other end," said Cousin C - and before I could protest, she was in the canoe and .... you uessed it - our combined weight sank the canoe again.
This is an 18 foot Grumman aluminium canoe - it's big. it's heavy. It's even heavier when it's full of water. So once again we got out, lifted the canoe on it's edge - to dump out about 1/4th of the water and then got back on our knees to scoop out the canoe for the third time!
I wish I had a video of the 3 of us, butts in the air, arms lifting and dumping the scoops and buckets - with 3 dogs splashing around in the water, trying to see what their mamas were doing. The laughter was absurd. I'm sure the guys could hear us but they'd found the Coors light and weren't admitting to anything.
And we did make it across the creek to the swimming beach. I wish I had photos of that too, as the two city dogs learned all about swimming in the river and the resident bald eagles put on an air show to rival a nature film. It was an absolutely perfect afternoon, followed by scrumptious food , vivid conversation, crazy puppy play and a whole house full of love.
Today the scale revealed the bad news - a 5 lb gain - but I think some of it must be the swollen shoulder and pec muscles from the sudden unexpected effort of hoisting about 300 gallons of water from a kneeling position ... and the excess party food. Now - on this first day of September - the Birthday Month du Moi - I will think about my goals for the month - and in fact, for the rest of the year.
Here's what my favorite astrologer has to say about the September 5 new moon:
"The new moon in Virgo will appear September 5, and is one of the friendliest new moons of the year. ... It's time for you to make your list of all you hope to accomplish in the coming year, for the power of that new moon will have your back in weeks ahead in a way that you will find you can practically move mountains. "
So. I better get planning!