Woke up to a beautiful and bright Labor Day. The headache which developed upon our arrival last night and that found its way to the innards of my head, directly behind my right eye, continued through the night. But this morning, thankfully, it was gone.
I did my ablutions, shaved and then asked myself if I wanted to shower or just throw myself in to the inviting and still waters of Atwood Lake for a morning dip. The lake won. I walked down to the water at the far end of Duba's back yard and descended to the dock. I slipped into the water and swam a few yards out, thrilling to the quietude and serenity of this conservation lake in eastern Ohio, just a few hours west of Pittsburgh.
|Shower or swim? The lake won!|
|Biggie is ready to play ball.|
I'm ready to take a dip.
|A lone fisherman on Lake Atwood|
at 8 o'clock on Labor Day morning.
|These steps lead down to the lake|
below Duba's lovely back yard.
And who else followed me down to the water? My sweet grand niece Maya. I love both of Kris' daughters. Maya is four. Jona is eight. It's a whole different thing when they're both around. Having just one is a special treat, a totally different dynamic. One on one. I noticed this phenomenon with my grandsons. On a recent visit to Washington, we planned an outing to a children's theater in Seattle. But Ethan came down with a cold and so Stacey, Sammy and I spent the day in the city - just the three of us. That was a special day because we could have that alone time with Sam, observing him, relating to him, talking to him and enjoying him without the input of Ethan's brotherly "love" and presence added to the mix.
|Biggie and Maya followed me down to the lake.|
|My sweet litle grand niece, Maya.|
Getting to know her.
A very special visit this time.