The $30,000 Hair Dryer

July 10, 2007. This morning, Tom was up at 4:30 AM, sick again. He is not too sure what is causing it; although it seems to happen each time he has eaten canned corn the night before. Tonight, no corn so we will see if he is improved tomorrow.

Even being sick this morning, when he re-awoke at 8:30 he got ready and took me on a 6K walk with Glenda. I so love walking down the road with very few cares and free to wander, except when the occasional car or ATV goes past. I explore the road, I explore the little streams and occasionally I start to go into the bush until Tom calls me back. As he says, I may go in there and find something I really don’t want to.

After our walk, Tom and I jumped into the truck and headed into town to upload my latest pages to the Blog and to do some grocery shopping. He also gets a chance to make phone calls to Renee, his Dad, Tamara, Caitlin and Karl.

When we returned, we went straight down to the lake for more swimming. I swam for about 45 minutes today. Tom was throwing a new kind of ball. It is one of those orange plastic hockey balls, but I don’t like it, so he switched back to a tennis ball which I like much better.

After my swim, here I am standing on the dock, soaking wet and dripping water everywhere, despite several good shakes on my part. Tom invited me into the boat even with all that, so I just jumped right in today and off we went. We cruised around the lake again and the boat acts just like a $30,000, gas powered, hair dryer. By the time we finished our cruise around the lake, I was dry.

After this we both had a nap and Tom was really sick again, running up to the outhouse every ten minutes or so. We were supposed to have our first campfire of the year tonight, but Tom just didn’t feel up to it. So he sat on the deck and I lay down beside him to make sure he was feeling better. I even licked his hand to show him my sympathy.

Somebody down near the party house has an electric guitar as well and started to play. He or she was pretty good too, with the sound echoing all over the lake. Tom immediately yelled over to Glenda, “that’s not me; I can’t play anything remotely like that”.