Boating Adventure

We just got back from a week-long reunion with Bobby's family in Michigan. All 6 families stayed under one roof at an enormous lakehouse on Stone Lake (Cassopolis, MI). We have a lot of pictures and stories to tell, but I wanted to tell this one first. 

The lakehouse had a 12-person pontoon boat included in the rental. Towards the end of the reunion, I took Robert and James out on the lake so they could drive. It was AWESOME watching them go from "nervous cautious" to "excited cautious" to "confident cautious" as they gained a little more experience. They loved to punch it and go fast. I did, too!

At some point, Robert slows down to take a turn when the engine coughs, sputters, and completely shuts down. We are floating dead in the water. Everyone's eyes get wide. Robert turns to me a little confused...did I break it? I check the controls and everything is as it should be, then it occurs to me that we may be out of gas. As soon as the words escape my lips, James exclaimes, "Are we going to die?!" Robert, completely flabbergasted, needs clarification, "What do you MEAN we're out of gas?" It's almost like he doesn't realize something like that could even physically happen.

We're pretty far from shore, but the lake is only half a mile wide, so I'm not that worried about us. It's easy to keep my cool as I inform them that there's another tank of gas on the boat. I hook it up lickety-split and the engine barely turns over. The second tank is ALSO empty. Huh. Now I get a little worried. I hear some liquid splashing around in both tanks and try to combine them into one tank. No go...the tanks aren't designed for that. Now the boys get reeeeeeally worried, "What do we do if we can't drive back to shore?!" Again James needs to know, "Are we GOING to DIE?!" I assure them that we'll be okay, but without a specific plan in place, they doubt my faith.

Then, in a stroke of heaven-sent inspiration, I remember there is a tiny emergency tank of gas under the back seat. Thankfully, that one is full. As I empty the tiny tank into the big one, the boys continue to doubt whether it'll be enough, whether we'll be able to swim to shore, whether we'll die of thirst and starvation before help arrives.

I hook up the tank and turn the key. Sputter, sputter, cough. Dead. 

What?! WHAT?! 

Then I remember boating with my dad. I need to prime the pump. Of course!

The engine starts right up and we're on our way. The boys don't feel like chatting or smiling or anything. They just want to get safely back to shore as soon as physically possible, but not so fast that we run out of gas again. I pull into the dock and the boys are off the boat lickety split. I want to give high fives and celebrate our cool-headed learning experience, but Robert won't even look at me. He wants off, he wants to get away. James gives me a high five of relief, though. That feels nice. 

A few minutes later, after some soothing ice cream, Robert tells me that he's still feeling tension and stress from the incident, like it just happened. That he wants to kinda stay near me and be quiet for a little while. I'm okay with that. 

The next day, Grandma and Grandpa purchase more gas for the boat. We head down to the dock for another boating adventure on the lake. James can't wait to drive again but Robert confesses, "I have PTSD from the last time." Then he adds, "I'm gonna go anyway." 

I was proud of Robert and James. I was also proud of myself. I stayed chill. I remembered important bits from my childhood experience when I needed them. That was a tender mercy from God. We had the resources and skills we needed to swim safely to shore and get help without any emergency gas, but we didn't have to do it. I was grateful for my Dad taking me out on his boat. I was grateful for running out of gas in other situations. I was grateful for a small tank of emergency gas that got us home with minimal fuss. 

This experience made me happy.

I'm Proud of This

I think I finally found a sourdough method that works for me :) Here are my two most recent sourdough boules. They look good AND they taste sour. Things can always be tweaked a little further, of course, but if I never make them any better than this, I'll still be delighted.

One day, our dryer vent tube thingy tore off at the end. I hacked something together in a pinch that worked so-so, but knew I would need to take the dive and replace it entirely pretty soon. It LOOKED like an easy job. I couldn't think of ANYTHING that could go terribly wrong in the repair. And yet, *sigh*, it took me weeks before I got the courage to go pick up the parts and a couple weeks more to finally give it a go. Turns out, it WAS an easy job. And now we'll have a whole lot less humidity and lint in our laundry room bathroom. Now the garbage disposal needs to be replaced. That looks like a HORRIBLY difficult job...plumbing, electricity...I purchased the replacement disposal but *shudder* I think I'll need to watch a few YouTube tutorials before tackling that one. 

ACES Academies 2022

This last week was ACES Family Academies. It's an event offered to alumni of the U of I College of ACES (Agricultural, Consumer, and Environmental Sciences) and their children or grandchildren aged 8-13 years. I got to go with Robert and James. James wasn't feeling well (a head cold, Covid test was negative) so he went home halfway through :( but we got to stay in the dorms, eat at the cafeteria, and attend classes in several topics within the ACES curriculum.

Here's the thing: Robert didn't want to go if James was going. He said ACES Academies was so fun last time (2019) because it was him and Alex. They played around and joked back and forth and teased each other and had fun the whole time regardless of the classes we took. I really enjoyed that about last time, too. I thought maybe this would give Robert and James a chance to develop common ground out of the routine of house and home. Robert was not a believer. James thought Matthew could possibly take Robert's place and all the boys were happy with that. But it wasn't to be. Matthew was still too young. Registration had been paid for two kids. Robert had to go. 

James had swim lessons, so Robert and I went to check in on our own. Robert was charming and funny and light-hearted. He was flexible and easy-going. Then we picked up James and suddenly he was the domineering, 100% literal, hen-pecking Robert we knew so well from home. James' presence flipped a switch. Suddenly, Robert hated the event and everything about it. I will confess that the 1-hour seminar on building goals wasn't pleasant for any of us. At one point, when the get-up-and-talk-to-other-families exercises crossed the line from a semi-tolerable ice breaker (i.e. uncomfortable) to "oh crap, HALF of her presentation is based on this" (i.e. absolute torture), James and I made up an excuse to leave the room and explore outside a bit. Robert preferred to stay in the room and sit alone because that would be "less weird." 

Our first class together was on popcorn genetics. We all thought that was pretty cool. We learned some corn history (very cool!). Then we got to use playing cards to "breed" our own strain of orange popcorn from regular popcorn and orange dent corn (two very, very different kinds of corn, by the way). James loved answering questions about genetics. Robert was all over the statistical bit. Then we ate popcorn.

The "tailgate" dinner was meh. They had a bunch of lawn games out there to play after eating. James and I hung back. Robert found a group of kids playing tug-o-war and watched along the periphery until he had a chance to jump in and make a difference. He's so strong. Robert was easily a head taller than 90% of the kids in attendance. At one point, after James had gone home, he told me that his body feels big enough that he "shouldn't" want to play games with the kids, but he still kinda wants to play games with the kids. He just wished the kids were older/bigger so he could play games with peers, not "little" kids aged 10 and 11.

After the tailgate, they took us on a tour of the football stadium and the basketball arena. Everyone got to go onto the field/court and play ball. We're not big on Illini sports, so these locations meant very little to us, but it was a dream come true for some of these families. 

Our night in the dorms was yucky. My bedroom key didn't work and there was no one on duty to sort it out, so I ended up sharing a twin bed with sicky James. Not fun. We both slept terribly. I sent him home the next morning before breakfast. Poor guy. He was so relieved to be going home, though. 

Robert and I headed to breakfast and suddenly he was the playful, easy-going, hilarious version of Robert again. I don't know why Robert feels so defensive around James. I don't know why he needs to repeatedly put James in his place whenever the kid speaks or moves or breathes too loudly. I just wish I could fix it. 

Robert chose 3 danish pastries, a bowl of fruit loops in chocolate milk, and a big glass of root beer for breakfast. How did he not throw up?!

Our second class was about ornithology. They set up a few mist nets to catch birds and showed us what they do to tag and track birds for their studies.

Our third class was cancelled (4-H Possibilities) so we had a choice between 1) another 1-hour class on setting goals (*groan*)or 2) a campus tree hunt. Robert picked the tree hunt. Whew. That was probably a lot more fun for me than for Robert, but he tolerated it well enough. At the end, we got to make our own leaf presses to take home. That was the best part. Robert even thought to make one for James.

Robert decided that he didn't need to come back next year, even though he'd still be the right age. Matthew can't WAIT to come. James is totally up for another run :)

Here is a young female cardinal from our ornithology class.

Inside the State Farm Arena where Illini basketball happens. James is in a black shirt, Robert is in a striped orange and grey shirt. I dare you to find them. Mwah ha ha haaaaaaa!

On the field at Memorial Stadium

I could have sworn I got both of their faces in the shot. Whoops. This is a famous football player from the 20's, I think. He and Dick Butkus are the two most famous footballers to come from the U of I, but this guy's name is a whole lot harder to remember than Butkus. Just sayin'.

Me and James chilling while Robert plays tug-o-war.

Pictures

It's been a while since I posted pictures. Summer is always, always different. A little more spontaneous, a little more exhausting, and a lot louder every year. 

James asked if we could go camping. James, Matthew, and I held a backyard campout with a tent one night, then a tent, fire, and s'mores soon after (Robert joined us that time). Bobby and Alex could not be persuaded to sleep outside *sigh*

I was originally planning to save the camping experience for my birthday week in August when we could ALSO view the Perseids Meteor Shower, but then I came to my senses...why camp in August in the thick of summer heat and humidity getting eaten alive by mosquitos somewhere far away from home?! It made a lot more sense to me to camp in our own backyard in June when the fireflies are still around and the mosquitos haven't quite taken over, and the overnight lows are still a comfortable 60-70F. Ahhhhh. So much better! I also used our air mattresses and cushions :) We may still camp around my birthday, but only if I really, really need/want to.

Here, James is proudly holding a smoldering stick. The kids are old enough now that we can explore fire a little more than previous years. James would light his stick, blow it out, knock off the ashy cinders, then draw on the concrete with the charcoal. Once, someone was startled by a teeny tiny cinder on the ground and decided to go put shoes on. Clever boys! Another moment that evening, James was a little lax with his cinders (again) and burned a tiny hole in his shorts. He decided at that point that this fire thing had taught him enough for the day. He tossed his stick into the fire and stopped messing with it. These are the experiences I want my children to have: exposure to low risk dangers under close supervision that engender critical thinking and a healthy dose of cautious responsibility. Will James want to be involved in the next fire? You bet. Will he know a little more about how to do it safely? Yes. 

Bobby, James, and Matthew joined me on a hike at Homer Lake on Juneteenth. Bobby had the day off, the weather was perfect, and I needed just one more hour of hiking to earn a badge on my silly exercise app. We saw a wild tortoise! And lots of birds. And a little bit of a deer.

Here is Alex on his second day of work as a Nature Day Camp Junior Counselor at the Anita Purves Nature Center. He has since worked with the 6-7 year old class and the pre-K class. He seriously LOVES this work and plans to be a Junior Counselor as many summers as he can. He's riding his bike to and from work now (3 miles each way) and that's really increased his sense of confidence and independence. The other day, he said, "I'm gonna bike to Meijer to get some raisins for my rats." And he did!! All by himself. It's only a mile away, but holy moly he's such a different guy than he was a few years ago.

Our neighbor's raspberries were great this year. They said we could have any on the side that faces our fence (they can't reach those). Matthew's being all smarmy for the picture. The strawberries, blueberries, and raspberries were ALL extra sweet and delicious this year. We ate them all fresh right off the bush and shared none with neighbors and friends. No regrets.

On our second campout night, the boys built a funeral pyre for an adolescent rabbit that somehow got into our garden and died. I didn't discover it until maggots were already writhing under its skin. I left it for a couple days longer and THEN told the boys about it. The maggots had left only a skeleton and a very thin furry overcoat. We examined the bones and couldn't find any trauma. It might have died of fright (thunderstorm) or sickness. We don't have a mammalian graveyard on our property (only avian and fishy ones), so James thought we could send this noble rabbit off like a Viking. The pyre didn't exactly work like they thought it would, but it got the job done. May you rest in peace, rabbit.

Matthew is a big fan of totally burned marshmallows. He does it on purpose. I remember liking that as a kid, but why? Why?!