What is white, but red and feeling blue?
Yours truly the day after the Fourth of July.
Like summers past, we spent last weekend at Lake Pillsbury for the
Fourth of July. Our decision to go was
last minute given the low lake level (thanks to the drought) and expected lack
of family members in attendance (both related and not). A few phone calls later though and it turned
out the usual crowd was going. We packed
up the car early Friday morning and were on our way!
The Fourth was spent outside and active; Martin rode his mountain bike
up to Hull Mountain (in three hours) and I spent the afternoon on my
then-rented, now purchased stand up paddle board. And even in spite of the holiday weekend, low
water and multiple boats, I was able to get in an evening ski.
But like all great parties, the reality of the summer sunk in the following
morning like a bad hangover…. It was the beginning and end of summer all
bundled into one weekend. Yes, we had
our popsies, cocktail hour on the deck, evening ski, normal gossip/drama and my
standard super uneven sunburn (I swear I must sweat unevenly because no one can
be that bad at applying sunscreen… As my dad pointed out that morning “jeez
Lisa, you are white and need to get some sun’… Sun I got but in the most
awkward patterns; a stripe on my back, a patch on my side; a circle around my
ankle).
Unfortunately even my distraction of sun related ailments couldn’t hide
the fact that one weekend was all I was going to get of summer at the Lake. Just this one weekend, just a taste of what
it normally is and could have been. The
lake was turning dry and would be gone by the next time we would make it up
there.
This was supposed to be the summer with Martin finally not working on
the cabin and us enjoying the new space.
And we were given less than 3 days to savor it.
Sunday morning I was feeling very white, a splotchy red and more than a
little blue. I guess it was my own
personal tribute to the holiday weekend; just a little more melancholy than
normal.
