I’m spending the fishing opener with my two oldest nieces this year, which means they will go off together and find a quiet place to sit on a dock. They’ll jibber-jabber about family and friends, and sun themselves while pretending to take their fishing seriously.
Meanwhile, I’ll probably be standing by myself on another dock, hopefully reeling in one fish after another, and enjoying the peace and solitude of the lake. I love being by the lake … I always have.
Anyway, the girls are finally settled in for the night in my cozy little living room. I’m not sure what time we’ll head out in the morning, but I can’t wait to get up and admire the artwork they designed on my driveway late into the night.
It all started with a trip to the store to get Crystal’s fishing license. As I was picking up the ingredients for bologna sandwiches for our fishing expedition, the girls found sidewalk chalk and decided that would be more entertaining than renting the movie we had talked about.
It was already dark when we arrived home, but they turned the outside light on, set up Crystal’s laptop to play a little music and opened up two big packages of sidewalk chalk.
I must admit, I was a little leary about allowing them to "decorate" my driveway, but I trusted them and went into the house to get our rods and reels ready for the big day.
Well, it was about 11 p.m. when Jessie opened the back door and summoned me to "check out" my surprise. I glanced out the doorway to find a life-size Julie staring back at me – wearing hot pink pants no less. I haven’t owned a pair of hot pink pants since the sixth grade, and that was only because my best friend had hot pink pants!
After walking across the drawing she’d made of me, Jessie said, "Look, are you just gonna let me walk all over you like this?"
"Hey, get your big feet off of my face!" is what I should have said, but I was laughing too hard. That was after Jessie apologized for giving me a lopsided chest!
Crystal was busy concentrating on smaller works of art – hearts and a rainbow, a stick person and a tulip.
I went back in the house and was called out again just before midnight to see their finished projects. Jessie had decided to add life-size versions of herself and Crystal, with an arch over the three of us that said: "What we do at Julie’s"
I think I’ll have her go out in the morning and add a line underneath our figures that says, "Stays at Julie’s."
"What we do at Julie’s stays at Julie’s" … yep, that sounds about right. I think my driveway art is going to stay around for a while.
When is it supposed to rain again?