dock time

This dock is  a perfectly fine dock.  John tried to tell me it's a safety hazard for the grandkids.

Perhaps.

It's been safe enough for my kids all these years.

But this dang thing is heavy, and grinding in those posts by hand--good thing their dad is a hearty man and they have a little brother who does 100 push ups a day.

The audience, climbed up on the neighbors' fine roll in dock.

Gotta drill those sections together and the planks on top. Go, Jimmy.

Finally, the freezing time was over. Even with waders it's not fun.

Oh, but this girl, she's all about fun. She thinks I have food here.

We didn't play poker last night,  Apples to Apples instead, as we ate shrimp and waited for word of Dannell and John's baby being born. We knew she was in labor and thank goodness for texting.

Well, the baby was still unborn at this point, but it's still early.   We're not sure who won Apples to Apples last night.   Jay says Little Jay and Tim won. They were a team. I was a team with Julia and we just are not nearly as funny as those two are.

Onward.   love, Val