Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Rescue on the High Seas

Yes, it has been hot. On Wednesday, the big lake was very rough and the red flag was flying. So we went to the beach Grace calls the Grub Club. I call it Guana Beach. Howsomever, the water was great, and this year the gulls must have found a new place to leave their droppings because it wasn't the problem it has been in year's past. But I digress. Look at the pictures. Can you guess which bathing beauty drifted way out beyond the dropoff, and was rescued by a passing sailor in a small sailboat? Look at their faces. Which one looks sheepish, like they made a little mistake? Okay, I'll tell you. It was Emily. But, it wasn't Emily that drifted away. Not on my watch!!! It was the orange noodle. I told the girls if their toys drifted away not to go after them, as the dropoff was fairly close by. And sure enough (as the picture shows) Emily turned her back on the noodle just a moment. But the wind and wave action soon carried it far out of reach. After about a half hour, when the noodle was almost out of sight, we noticed a small sailboat heading right for it. Well, we were right, the guy was after our noodle. "Piracy!" I thought. But no, he must have realized a swimmer had lost it, and he waved it around in the air. We waved back. He steered in closer. "Go to the channel, " he called, "and I'll throw it to you!" So we made our way to the little inlet that goes into the marina. And he cruised in there and threw it to Grace, who had to wade out into the rocks to get it. Emily said it was the best adventure she ever had on the beach. After that we watched the storms come in, the ones that never made it to Muskegon.


5 comments:

shortensweet said...

I almost had a heart attack when I first started reading this blog..not nice at all Mom

VeeFlower said...

Tee hee hee...it had its desired effect. After all, it does get hard to think of things to keep the reader interested. It's not like I had a bat on my door.

--YooBee said...

Bat on the door?....BS..that was just a fabrication...she had Bat on the George Foreman....then realizing the horror of what she just did...she flung the bat onto the door and smashed her George Foreman....

shortensweet said...

actually, I had my dad freeze it..guess what you is gettin for dinner?

VeeFlower said...

The neighbors wanted to know who the new tenant was. The old man with the dog said, "OH, some batty girl." The bats in his belfry heard him. One lonely bat thought, "Sounds like my type! So, he decided he'd fly over and meet the girl. He waited on her door for a long time. But no one came. The sun came out and he was stuck...too hot and bright for him. After a long time, he heard a scream. The next thing he knew, he was belly-up in a smelly dumpster. And so the handsome prince never got the kiss that would have freed him from his enchanted form. The end.