The small single:
The double (careful your butt doesn't hit the ground):
Camille's favorite (the pea in a pod):
My favorite - I like to sit here, looking at the creek, and thinking about writing poetry. I haven't done more than think as I tend to drift away into a contented lazy place.
Before lunch, Camille and I walked down to the creek. My dad joined us a few minutes later. It was steep and I wasn't sure how it was going to be with my foot but I really wanted to see the creek up close, at least once.
It was a long, steep and difficult walk back to the house. I paid for it the rest of the day with my foot burning like there was a fire in my boot. I won't be going down there again.
When I finally made it back onto the back deck, I flopped in a chair and put my foot up. Brett brought me a beer. I spent most of the afternoon in that same spot.
In the afternoon, my parents sat for awhile looking at the creek before my sister arrived and all the happy chaos of eleven people.
After dinner, we watched the opening ceremony of the Olympics. I always enjoy the march of the athletes, the dizzy-making number of countries, the joy and pride on the faces of the athletes and their camaraderie. The rest of it doesn't do much for me and, no offense to my English readers, but that business of the queen parachuting in with James Bond was undignified -- and I find the Queen to be a very dignified person.