Last year Esther elected to be a TOMBSTONE for Halloween, complete with a dramatic R.I.P. emblazoned on her chest. The year before she made an interesting statement dressed as a FRENCH DIP SANDWICH. She practiced balancing a bowl of ajus on her head for weeks. I’m sure we can all agree that these costumes are unusual, so you can imagine my [...]
When I’m out-of-town, the Big Irishman can barely cope with his loneliness. He wanders around the house aimlessly, mumbling to himself - totally despondent because Esther isn’t much of a conversationalist. That’s why I was thrilled when he planned a guy getaway for last weekend while I was in San Bruno with the girls. He invited several friends for a fishing, drinking, camping, drinking, eating, drinking, talking politics, drinking, playing poker and drinking trip. They spent most of the two weeks prior to departure discussing location, planning menus and shopping for new fishing stuff. I didn’t realize that a fisherman needs new “stuff” for every trip. I must say I was quite impressed with their organization.
Tom was in a real quandary about whether or not to take his loyal companion, Esther. She dearly loves to spend time outside with her dad, but can also be a real pain in the ass on camping trips. She throws up from eating unidentified yuk. She rolls in foul-smelling wild animal dung. And she insists on being a lap dog around the campfire and sharing a sleeping bag. But after gentle cajoling from Mama, he decided to risk it and Esther was officially on the guest list. This decision presented a whole new set of problems. ESTHER HAD NEVER BEEN IN A CANOE. Scroll down to see how Tom solved this problem.
Esther seems perfectly relaxed sitting in the canoe on a local lake
Esther watches as Daddy maneuvers around a dangerous
outcropping of rock.
Notice the dam coming up and the dangerous snakes in the
rocks. Are they rattlers? Esther is prepared to take over
the oars if necessary.
A panoramic visual of Lake Brennan. I wonder
what the neighbors thought.
