Playing is Hard Work!

A friend of ours used to say "You're not having fun unless you're hurt, dirty, or tired." (Three guesses what gender that person was!) Having a refreshing Saturday definitely met those specifications!

Some friends invited us out to the lake yesterday. It was a great time of getting away from the stress that has been my life lately and enjoying some good food, good friends, and fun.

Today? I'm rethinking the "fun" part.

I'm sure this falls into the category of "shock and awe" but I had never been on a jet ski until yesterday. Neither had my kids. And I was thoroughly enjoying my chaise lounger by the lake when my boy comes back from his first outing on said jet ski. When they left the dock, he was on the back behind our friend, a (questionably!) mature middle-aged man. When they returned, their positions were reversed and my boy was gleefully at the helm.

"Mom, come ride on the jet ski with me!" Of course, everyone else thought that was a dandy idea (wonder why my man had a conveniently timed dizzy headache all day and stayed ashore?!) so I stupidly bravely climbed on. After all, this is my boy who is level-headed and fairly cautious regarding risks.

Uh, right.

The next thing I know, I am holding on for dear life as we are flying across the water around 50 mph, and he later said he hit 60 at least once. Fortunately, since it was after Labor Day the lake was relatively empty, giving him a clear path to terrorize me maneuver. At one point he said over his shoulder, "Why are you making those weird noises?"

The experience led me to several conclusions:

1. Jet Skis are just Harleys on water.
2. I am indeed no longer in my twenties. Or thirties..
3. Jet Skis have the same "day after" effect on one's body as horseback riding.
4. My boy isn't getting his driver's license until he's 30.

Here is a picture of my kids having fun tubing behind the boat.



And God put on a spectacular sunset at day's end. The first picture is actually looking a bit toward the east. The colors were splashed all across the sky.




The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Psalm 19:1