Yachting

Misery is a baby in a life jacket that makes her unable to move her arms forward of her body. Poor darling. I explained misery is better than death by drowning but she disagreed. Once we were anchored in shallow water, in the shade, we freed her from the hell that was the life jacket. And if that makes me irresponsible, so be it. As Bill pointed out, in case of sudden sinkage I could just hold her as I stood in the waist deep water.

BUt it was great. Eva napped. We all ate. We fished. I caught a bass. Eva played captain. And a mama mallard came by with her ducks.

We fed the ducks and Eva watched them dive with great interest.


No one drowned and only I got sunburn.