The younger boys and I went down to the lake this afternoon. Prior to that I’d taken some time to start sorting through school papers and getting a feel for what I’m supposed to be doing. We had our first class on Tuesday with the very nice but harder professor again. The others will let us out usually by 9:30 or 9:45. She informed us all of what we already knew, that she keeps everyone there until 10 each time. This way we are getting the most of our tuition dollars.

Water has a similar effect as the sand. It always amazed me how you could take kids to the beach with a bucket and a shovel and they’d stay busy for hours in their own little worlds. When it comes to sand kids seem to know what to do. I would say the same is true with water. Of the three of us none of us were “doing” anything. We were being. One went in right away and the other stopped by the shed for a recently donated swim board. I followed close behind for who knows how long.

Swimming in the lake here never gets old. You would think that it would. I always think of Colorado or somewhere up in northern Canada where surely there have to be “better” lakes. The scenery is surely more breathtaking and the pine trees and mountains make even more of an impression with their shades and hues. And even so I could still be happy. I can still think, “This is such a beautiful place, and I could need nothing more” like I do when we swim here.