We've know Dave and Flo for more than 40 years. They stood up with us at our wedding, helped us usher in the New Year more times than I can remember, our daughter and their son were born five months apart, and not one of us will forget the night Mrs. Ferguson's ghost paid us a visit.
But that's another story for another post. (And sometimes it takes a bit of wine to get the story rolling.)
Last week Dave and Flo invited us to spend a couple of days at a cottage on Lake Wahwashkesh. We went, and naturally had a great time talking, eating, drinking, touring the lake, and of course, watching a movie (or two).
Dave telephoned this morning to say he's considering a repeat performance sometime in September, and my response was swift - our suitcases are already packed! We'll be there with bells on.
Since our return home, John's been in his kayak almost daily. No surprise there. But what is surprising is that sometimes he actually listens to Dave. Take a look...
Did we have fish for supper? Nope. John released them all. His excuse was he didn't have anywhere to store the fish in his kayak...I'm currently working on a solution to that problem. (Threatening divorce didn't work!)
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