Yesterday I said that about wanting to swim across a river then later remembered I swam across the Rio Grande once. I’m not in the mood to write about it. But the part where I swam was never over chest or waist high. I am talking about a wider river that I estimate would take about an hour. That’s taking your time and not trying too hard. I was thinking about this last night when I was awake, how some people train for half or full marathons for whatever reason and how there’s no way I would ever do that.

But swimming across a river you wouldn’t even have to train for. You’d just make sure to have your boat alongside and the lifeguard tube attached to your body. I’ve never even researched if there’s a right way to do this. This afternoon I went down and jumped in the lake. This is the time of the year we’re getting around to our first swim of the season. Miles and Elianna had gone swimming down there earlier and said the water was actually pretty nice. I didn’t stay there long, just enough to be submerged.

And then I walked around for a while. I also tried to bike but it had a flat tire. There was nobody out at camp today which is odd for a weekend but also nice to have it quiet. Dad and the boys had gone back out to Grandma’s to finish mowing. A storm blew in not long after they arrived back home. It came down heavy for a while and has rained on and off for the rest of the evening. I can’t think of anything else to write mainly just because it’s getting late. We had a nice supper together and Saturday evening at home.