My husband, on the other hand, is full of energy. He has so much energy that just sitting still mid-afternoon might give him a heart attack and he cannot bob his foot long enough before he must jump up and begin another task. He can always find some chore outside that needs to be done and come back in an hour later drenched in sweat looking like an Olympic swimmer with victory all over his face at the success of completing another chore on an unbelievable August afternoon.
This week he asked for an evening canoe trip after dinner. I had put him off too many times and with his birthday (number 69) just around the corner, I knew I had to agree. I indeed felt too guilty to turn him away one more time. This wasn't really a 'canoe trip', because he attaches a small wooden transom to the stern of the aluminum canoe and starts a small gasoline motor that moves us through the humid air drying the sweat from our brows as we skim the water.
We crossed the inlet of the finger of the river and headed to the open waters where most boats had already reached their home dock in the waning evening.
We disturbed two birds (barely seen on the far left of this photo above) as we passed the area of the shore that is an orgasmic retreat for the fossil lovers at our local museum. The dirt is like cement, so only the most dedicated would dig for fossils here.
I was concerned about the setting sun since our canoe cannot be seen by motor boats very easily. Hubby handed me some bow lights and I spent a concerted effort while bouncing on a small chop trying to attach them under the lip of the bow in front of me. Finally I was successful and when I tried to turn this red/right green/left light on I pushed and pulled without success. I called back in frustration after my painful efforts. Hubby explained with a carefree smile that that he had been having trouble pushing the light switch as well! So we scooted on into the gray light without lights.
We pulled into a quiet beach that was exposed at low tide just to poke and explore and say a blessing for another day.
The beach was initially quiet and colored shells and pebbles decorated the shore.
I was just beginning to enjoy the end of the day when two energy addicted folks crossed the sunset with more enthusiasm than I have seen in quite a while. Why am I the only one whose account is empty of energy?
I sat on a log and it groaned open mouthed. No sympathy here.
Finally we got the sunset we were waiting for to recharge our spirit.
And just like an Olympic warrior in celebration of a great challenge hubby held the torch high as we made our way home.
