Broken bones and seasick hounds

Sigh. Just when we think we'll have all kinds of extra time now that swim season is over, we squander a day on the boat. Well, perhaps squander is too harsh of a word. We did, after all, finish the day with one broken bone and one seasick dog, and if that's not progress, I don't know what is.

We decided to take the boat out yesterday for a quick spin and to see how Beau would behave on the boat. He did great--at first, anyway. He rode along next to me, calm as could be. Little did I know that he was just calculating when he would hurl. Yep. Puppy hurl. Sorry to be so indelicate, but there really is no other way to say it. Either Beau does not yet have his sea legs or something else was effecting his digestive system, but we'll keep an eye on him.

Now, onto the broken bone. Elijah's version of the story (with our parenthetical remarks): There I was, teetering precariously atop a slippery log suspended twenty feet in the air. (The log was on the ground.) Suddenly, a huge vulture swooped down upon me, trying to pick up Beau and steal him away to feed his young. (It was a tiny sparrow perched on a nearby branch.) In a brave and desperate gesture, I leaped toward the vulture, sending it careering, wings akimbo, to make a hasty retreat to it's God-forsaken nest. (The sparrow pooped and fluttered off.) Slowly, slowly I fell toward a dangerous outcropping of jagged flint rocks jutting from the lake. (Moss, it was moss.) What was I to do? In an innate and skillful maneuver, I thrust out my muscled left thumb to break my fall and save me from certain doom--not to mention save Beau and the free world from nuclear devastation, but that's another story. (He iggied and fell down. It wasn't pretty.) Sadly, there was a price to be paid for my heroic gesture: a devastating break to my left thumb. (It was a hairline fracture which may or may not require a splint--we'll find out tomorrow when he goes to the orthopedist.) Andrew, an old pro at broken bones, ignored the entire scenario--he was too busy building a sand castle and yelling at passing boats for creating wakes which then ruined his sand castle.

We did, however, visit Home Depot once again tonight, and we're getting pretty close to a decent price on some lovely cabinets. It looks like Bill will be making a few glass-fronted cabinets and the crown molding for the kitchen and we'll order the rest of the cabinets. He'll also make the divider cabinet between the living room and kitchen. It's exciting getting so close to a decision. We'll keep you posted. . .