I’ve always heard that having a boat was more work than it was worth. Everyone ends up selling their boat.
But I suppose they were talking about motor boats.
Not canoes.
Last week, the Hottie Hubby received an early birthday gift from my MIL and FIL. The granola boys have kind of claimed it for themselves. On this past holiday weekend Brian decided that we needed to take it out for a spin.
Teach the boys some navigation skills.
Actually, we needed to know if he (the Hottie) could be alone in the boat with two little boys and not capsize.
I was surprised at how easy the endeavor was. (Not that I had to lift a finger, though.)
There was a little bit of trepidation on this maiden voyage that soon disappeared after a few paddle strokes.
Meanwhile, Smiley, Mussie, Sweet Pea and I walked.
Enjoyed flowers.
Swam. (Kind of.)
And enjoyed the Hottie teaching his boys some new manly activities.
And to think that all of this was accomplished in 1.5 hours and only a short distance from home (hence the scenic power lines). And right before bed time.
Crazy.
I love where we live.
Thanks for the boat, John and Kathy!
