To Drunk To Bite

Mom had an interesting mosquito story.  One landed on her arm and instead of biting, it just kind of stayed there.  It just wobbled.....  We figured it had "lunch" over at a campsite where there was a lot of drinking going on because it was obviously to drunk to bite.  You all know what happens when you drink and fly so it didn't remain among the living long.

Sometimes we get really bored but that doesn't happen often because we can always find something to entertain us... like drunk mosquitoes.  I hope all of your mosquitoes are just that.

A few more pictures – today we will be on the road heading somewhat east.  As soon as an internet connection can be found I will be online.

Tawas Point State Park July 28

This is our last day and we spent it at the beach.  We had a brief shower this morning but as soon as it cleared off we grabbed our stuff and headed to the beach.  Since it was afternoon mom decided to sit quietly and watch the children play.   Afterwards I took the tour of the lighthouse and climb the stairs to the top.  The view was outstanding.

I had enough leftovers from previous meals that dinner was a breeze and we ate dinner while watching “The Bucket List.”  It was a two hanky movie.  I wish my grandchildren would learn to love reading but maybe when they are older they will discover the joys of a good book…. not a kindle.  :-)  I send them all of my movies and I also let my son know which ones are suitable.   My daughter gets the books I wish to keep and my son gets all of my movies.  It works well. 

Tawas Point State Park, July 27

Yesterday afternoon I sat outside reading a Jim Harrison book.  The sun was warm and the next thing I knew I was waking up.  There is something uncomfortable about falling asleep in a chair in the middle of the day with people milling about.  Did I snore? More than likely and loudly like I normally do.  I also woke up with a nasty sunburn.  Children always wear sun block before your naps.

After my snooze I met my neighbor.  Well truth be told he met me.  The gentleman was extremely hard of hearing and his goal and purpose was not to engage in conversation but to talk.  Every time I tried to talk,  he would talk over me, around me, and under me.   That was fine – I am more of a listener than a talker when it comes to these situations.  The family dynamics interested me as well as his regrets.  I found it sad that he stated 3 to 4 times he was single.  It was like if he said it over and over it would become real to him.   After our conversation he went back and I sat there with all these memories of his.  I am becoming more and more weepy as the days go by.

I cooked up the chicken last night and put that in the freezer.  Then I started the fire in the fire pit and mom and I read well past dark.  She finally said “we are going to need a flashlight or build another fire.” 
This morning (July 27) we walked to the lighthouse and browsed the gift shop there.  Then we walked to the beach and waded.  Our plans is to hit the beach tomorrow.  We will bring our chairs and books.  I will be covered head to toe with sun block.   You never know when a nap will sneak up on you.