June 27, 2010

.After Dinner Retreat.

Every summer is spent off the Chattahoochee River on Lake Oliver. G and his family avidly fish and I enjoy reading one of my many summer novels on the peace of the water. I fish on occasion but ever since I accidentally hooked my husband instead of a fish a few years ago, I have been a bit traumatized (this literally happened and G has the scar to prove it). Therefore I'll settle for jet skiing, swimming and soaking up rays on the river because a true fisherwoman I will never be.

So after dinner while the men are casting their lines hoping for a bite, I am content to listen to the summer night and let my imagination run wild.

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