BUT WHERE OH WHERE ARE THE FISH?

Hey there y'all - just dropping in for a minute to let you know i'm still alive.  in need of a blood transfusion, but alive.  i'm type O+, in case anyone wants to volunteer.

fifteen year old boys sure can eat.  i remember this now vividly.  ours have not been fifteen for a long time, so i've gotten out of the habit of remembering how much constant food it takes to stoke their engines.  yesterday Rob partook in a youth fishing tournament, but didn't catch anything.  he had lunch there, but afterwards needed pizza in order to keep going.  then there was supper.  then we were both so tired we fell asleep watching a X-Men (imagine) and slept for TWELVE HOURS.  i haven't done that in, i don't know - a really really long time.  i see that the cure for insomnia is a teenager on vacation on my hands.  today we kayaked for hours, he fished  - i watched birds and turtles.  there were wild roses and sweetspire growing on the bank, pickerel weed and water lilies growing in the water, the air smelled of flowers and river, the sun came and went, i blissed out.  Rob again caught nothing.  this is bad.  he has to catch a fish before i put him on that plane.

tomorrow we're heading back to Baltimore, G's plane comes in at 5 p.m.  Rob and i are going to spend the day at the new Maryland Science Center and Harbor Place until it's time to pick her up.  i'll be so happy to have her home, and she's had a great time with the grandchildren.  OMG, it's almost 11, i have to fall in a heap.  another day, another maraton of eating and activity.  but hey - how about this, this evening he watched Moby Dick, the old film with Gregory Peck as Ahab.  and loved it.  i find this somehow very comforting.