Call Me Ishmail

I thought we were going to be extremely busy this weekend, but I was wrong. At least about Saturday. Saturday morning we ran to the feed store because I wasn't able to make it there on Friday before they closed. Then we stopped by the Middlebourne Farmers Market to say Howdy to Anne. On our way to the grocery store afterwards we saw a deer on the side of the road that had been hit and couldn't get up. We are who we are. We stopped. She kept flopping around and getting closer to the road so I pulled the Jeep up between her and the road. The poor thing was panting and in terrible distress. Glenn didn't have his gun or his hunting knife on him, but luckily some dude from Florida stopped and said his brother lived right in town and had a gun. Would we like him to go and get his brother? Why yes, what a wonderful idea.

Anne stopped by on her way home from market a few minutes later and so did one of her friends, who happened to have a cell phone that actually had service (this is a new concept for us Nextel owners). They called the police, who really didn't give a rat's ass about the deer or her proximity to the road. Fine then, up to us. Floridian came back with his brother and his brother's very loud, very powerful rifle. We waited for a break in traffic on what had been a very busy road that morning, then BAM! The doe was out of her misery, but not out of my mind.

After that, the mind and body just weren't in to working. On our way home the wonderful idea of taking a break actually surfaced and we decided the best way to do that was out on the boat. And what better way to see if Thor likes the water than to take him with us?

The Captain of the boat, standing tall and proud on the bow as he keeps an ever watchful eye for icebergs and horny sperm whales in his Larry the Cable Guy t-shirt.



The First Mate knows no fear and looks death in the eye as he posts guard on the stern where 20' waves could easily wash him overboard.



He wasn't exactly washed overboard. We were looking forward and heard a loud splash. Poof, gone was the Thor. Then he surfaced slightly behind the boat, paddling for all he was worth. Good thing we were only using the trolling motor and Glenn wasn't doing his usual petal to the metal imitation of a speed boat racer.



Once we got Thor back on board we outfitted him with the latest fashion in swimwear. Just in case he decided to take another dip when Glenn turned into Mario Andretti on water.



Ahh... this is what the brain needed. And the body needed a little swimming, which also happened. I keep waiting to turn green and get all glowy, but it hasn't happened yet. The Ohio river is not exactly known for it's cleanliness in these parts.




And for those that have asked, yes, Thor has an appt to be neutered. But our vet is incredibly busy and can't get to him until Sept 15. This shouldn't be a problem since he doesn't leave my side. Ever. Which is a good thing since I couldn't possibly do anything without him. And I do mean anything. At least he's cute.