This weekend we were invited to my brother- and sister-in-laws’ for a day of FUN. They could not have picked a more perfect day to host an indoor-outdoor lake party. The temperatures finally broke, and the weather was great. It was about 81 for the entire day, with a nice drop to the 70s in the evening. I could breathe for the first time in days.
The lake water was like bathwater, and the waves were high due to the cool front that had just blasted through. I sat on the beach taking lots of pictures of the kids and adults wrestling waves and found myself kind of-sort of wanting to join them. It looked like fun.
I usually don’t play in Lake Michigan. Truthfully, I find the lake a little intimidating. Back when I was a dumb little kid, my mom and I made a trip from the Southwest to Wisconsin with my grandmother, who entertained me by telling stories about Lake Michigan whirlpools that were so strong they would suck you right under the water where the lake monster lived. The story stuck with me. Cole, of course, has been swimming among the rip tides completely unaware of the lake monster his whole life. His grandmother entertained him on car trips by telling him if he kissed his elbow he would turn into a girl. I digress. So, there I was, sitting on the beach taking pictures of the wave riders, when my sister-in-law beckoned me to join them. I shouted back that I didn’t have a bathing suit—which was true, but I did have a second set of clothes, and then I considered that I had on eye makeup, and one good thrashing by a wave would leave me with raccoon eyes. I pictured myself coming out of the water with limp locks, a wet t-shirt, sagging shorts, and black eyes . . . and then my sister-in-law gave another persistent wave, and I said, “What the heck!” and into the water I went.
We must have stayed in the water for about an hour, riding the waves and laughing as the waves rode us. I was pretty sure that I was never going to come out of the lake, and then someone mentioned hearing the dinner bell, and I straggled out of the water pretty much like I had envisioned — limp locks, a wet t-shirt, sagging shorts, and black eyes — but with the added bonus of lots of sand in my short’s pockets, but I was laughing.
As I dragged myself up the hill to dinner, I realized that two things had happened: I had faced my fears of the Lake Monster, and I had given up any hope of looking good. The results added up to FUN and being more relaxed than I had been in ages.
What about you? Is it time to ride the waves and have a whole lot of FUN?
A couple more pictures: