Friday, July 29, 2011

Fish Tales

At the moment, Babble is coming to you live from the shores of Lake Sebago, ME. Not just any lakeside perch, but a smack-dab-toes-in-the water view of one of the most beautiful places on earth. (Hmm? Random thought; should I have my toes in the water while on a laptop? I’ll err on the side of caution and pull them out for a minute; hate to end a vacation with accidental electrocution.)
From my seat on the porch, I can see my children fishing on the dock as our Labrador, Maggie, enthusiastically leaps in the water – killing all chances of catching a blessed thing. My husband, God love him, is trying to round her up – but let’s face it, 18 month old Lab, 43 year old man – he hasn’t got a chance.
Fishing is new to my brood, and as it happens, an activity they have come to enjoy – Grandpa will be proud.  But this appreciation for the aquatic did not come naturally; in fact, it took plotted maternal deception. Prior to our home departure I allowed Frick and Frack to pack a plethora of electronic toys– but my failing mind (wink, wink) must have forgotten the chargers – thus we had 8 hours of electronic mindlessness and then, zap, no juice.
Whoops, my bad – but through the unplugged time – a new love is born. Look out trout, the Elliott boys' are comin’ for ya!


Anita Grace Howard said...

Aww! My labs would love to be there with you! ;)

Sometimes getting away from the madness of modern techno-gluttony is just what we need to be a family again. GOOD FOR YOU!

Hope you get at least a few fish to cement this wonderful memory in your kiddos minds. :)

Jeff Elliott said...

I'll have to help feed the fishing madness next summer. HA! HA! HA!