P, you see, is for pontooning. That’s what we did on Labor Day weekend when we were invited to a cousin’s cottage on the lake.
Oh. My. Word. With the wind in our hair and the sun on our faces, we sailed through channel after channel and lake after lake until we were nearly to Nova Scotia. Or so it seemed. P, in this case, equals relaxation. Big time.
P is also for paddle boating. This is what the cousins did at the lake. As they pulledaway from the sea wall, fully loaded with rear end hanging low, I heard one of them say as he paddledfuriously, “We’re not getting anywhere!” It is suspected that they ended up paddling halfway to China, considering how long their voyage lasted. P, for them, equals fun.
Another P for the week is plants. For two days, my men worked outside, mowing the lawn and pulling up plants in the garden. For reasons that elude me entirely, the zucchinis this year were a bust. Forget feeding a small African village – I could barely feed mine. What…? Now, that pathetic patch has been cleared, tilled, and prepared for winter.
Papersalso start with a P. Now that school is pushing ahead full bore, I’m drowning in them. Homework, newsletters, planners, and portfolios,all plopped on my once-pristine (sorry – I can’t help it) dining room table. Aack!
Don’t even get me started on the projects. I haven’t had enough coffee yet to tackle that positively painfulsubject.
I think a nap is a perfectlygood idea. Now, if I can just find a placetoplop that’spaper free…