Sleep when you're tired.
Wake when you're rested.
Eat when you're hungry.
Clean when you darn well feel like it (or not at all).
Ahhhh...this is the life. Except, you know, when I get a phone a call from my dad that starts with small talk before he utters the dreaded "Everything is okay, but..." words. *Gulp*
Turns out my grandpa...who is almost 81, golfed 27 holes on Wednesday, and rode some pretty fierce roller coaster rides on Monday...had a heart attack today. I originally misunderstood and thought all of this happened yesterday, but, alas, it was just today.
And, I've gotta say, as much as I know my presence at home wouldn't change anything, I still feel the pull to go. We won't, though. We've been instructed to "enjoy our vacation!!" as Gramp is doing very well after having 2 stents placed.
So well, in fact, that his nurse kindly asked his visitors to leave today because he was laughing and talking too much and his puncture wound was oozing!
Rumor even has it that Gramp has already asked his doctor if he can golf on Wednesday...and apparently he was told, "Well, I don't see why not!". Geepers.
Anyway, this lake living suits me just fine. Play until the kids drop. Supper at 8pm. Breakfast whenever we wake.
Belle had trouble sleeping last night, I tucked her in after giving her some ibuprofen for achy legs, but she told us she didn't sleep very good after that and was pretty much awake for the day at 5:30 am.
Know what she did?
Sat on the deck and read. Soaked in the glory of living on a lake...if only for a few days.
Her maturity amazes me, sometimes. Heck, most times, actually!
The Pal has been a tad sulky...after losing two baseball games (that they shouldn't have lost) and ending their State Champ bid, I can't blame him too much. BUT, the sulkiness has gotta go tomorrow.
We didn't invite sulky along on this trip!
Morning brings with it a new day of fun, swimming, fishing (I caught 4!!), eating, resting, relaxing...and just living.
Lake time. It's my kinda thing.